"Henry," Clinton punches my shoulder lightly. "It's almost time to leave."

He decided that he'd fly over to Korea so that we could get to Canada without hassle.

And instead of me booking the flight to Toronto, Clinton arranged for it to be at midnight.

How engaging, really. "Clinton, did Whitney skype with you a few days ago?"

"Oddly enough, yeah." He nods, "Why? She told me how she missed us. How.. un-Whitney."

"Guess so." I look at his Iphone. He's playing 'Angry Birds'. "Maybe because we did most of her Calculus."

"She wouldn't stand a day without us," He jokes, "Anyway, it's almost time to leave."

It's weird how she misses us a lot. We'll meet her when we get there, so it's fine.

I hear someone announce that it's time to board the plane. "Clint, come on."

It's as if he's deaf, he's not even looking at me. "Clinton!"

Grabbing him by the sleeves, I pull him towards the plane. One hand with luggage, another with an irresponsible older brother.

Before we get on, I hear a voice call on me. "Henli-ssi! Sai-nu?"

"Yes?" I turn to see a fan girl, about my age. Fan woman.

Why didn't she ask me when I was still at the boarding area? People these days.

I quickly scribble Henry on her paper, and wave goodbye. "See you."

"Saranghae!"

She bows and before leaving, and waves at Clinton as well.

"You actually have a fan." I tease.

"Great Hen, great!" He pulls his hand off mine and clenches one fist. "I didn't pass the sixteenth level, you fool!"

Honestly, I'm sleepy and I couldn't care less. "Whatever."

We both take our seats and wait for the plane to take off. After Canada, Boston. After Boston, maybe Paris.

"Si'l vous plait," I say, in a snazzy french accent.

"Salut, Korea!"

"Je m'ennuie."

"Minuit."

"Le papier!"

"A vos souhaits!"

"J'ai chaud."

"J'ai froid!"

"Shut up." Clinton rolls his eyes, "Or would you like me to translate? Taisez-vous! "

"You're boring." I laugh, punching his stomach. "Sometimes, I wonder why you don't have a girlfriend yet."

"You don't have a girlfriend," He retorts.

"I have a lot of mental wives," I wink, "One of them asked for my autograph awhile back."

"The number of human elephants you know are the number of s I give." He smiles.

"There's Cheon Sa."

He turns away from me and ignores everything else I say. Good game, Clint. Good game.

Woohoo, french with Henry.
  

"Je m'ennuie."  -I'm bored

"Minuit." -Midnight

"Le papier!" -Paper!

"A vos souhaits!" -Bless you!

"J'ai chaud." -I'm hot

"J'ai froid!" -I'm cold

 Taisez-vous! - Shut up!

Anyway, this was meant to be comedic but came off as a bit rude. Oh, well. XD

six chapters. Yehey! :) Thanks for the support. ^^