Airport Anarchy

We were lounging at the park as usual, lying in the grass, throwing chips at each other, and talking nonsense. That's when Leon suddenly perked up and said, "You know what we should do? Go to the airport and wreak havoc."

Crimson's eyes lit up like a kid on Christmas morning. "Bro, say less! I'm already in."

Kazuki groaned. "I have a feeling this is going to end horribly."

Kai shrugged. "When does anything we do not end horribly?"

MJ sighed but didn't protest. He knew better than to try to reason with us.

The next day, we met up early in the morning and headed to the airport. The moment we stepped inside, the chaos began.

Crimson and Leon immediately split off from the group and started snooping around. Before we knew it, they'd stolen a bag from an unsuspecting traveler, dumped all the contents onto the floor, and were laughing like maniacs as they scattered clothes and toiletries everywhere.

Meanwhile, the rest of us found a fast-food restaurant in the lobby. Kazuki picked up a tray of fries and said, "You know what this reminds me of? A perfect food fight opportunity."

Kai grinned. "Say no more."

Within seconds, burgers, fries, and nuggets were flying through the air. Ketchup packets exploded like tiny grenades, and soda cups were upended onto unsuspecting travelers. Crimson and Leon came running over, and Crimson yelled, "You guys playing food fight? Let me join in!"

The two of them grabbed whatever they could find and started pelting people with food. Crimson lobbed a milkshake straight at MJ, who ducked just in time, causing the shake to splatter all over an airport employee. The place was a war zone of fries and condiments, and we were at the center of it, laughing like lunatics.

After thoroughly trashing the restaurant, we regrouped near a souvenir shop. That's when Crimson spotted something that gave him another idea. "Guys, we need these."

"What?" Leon asked.

"Wigs, skirts, bras, the whole package. Let's act like girls," Crimson said, grinning.

"Why am I not surprised?" Kazuki muttered, but we all went along with it.

We bought wigs and outfits, put them on in the bathroom, and emerged looking like the most suspicious "ladies" anyone had ever seen. Crimson even did a little twirl and said in a falsetto voice, "Do I look cute or what?"

"You look terrifying," Kai deadpanned.

We marched into the women's bathroom, pretending to check ourselves out in the mirror. Then, Crimson leaned over a stall and yelled, "Hey, anyone in here?"

The scream that followed could probably be heard across the entire airport. We bolted out of there, wigs flying off, and ran straight into security.

Somehow, we managed to sneak past them and ended up in the waiting area for planes. Most of the passengers were sleeping or staring at their phones, completely oblivious to our presence. Naturally, we took this as an opportunity to cause more trouble.

We started switching people's bags around. Crimson picked up a suitcase and said, "Let's see what's inside."

"Don't," MJ said, but Crimson ignored him and opened it anyway. Inside were nothing but socks. Crimson looked disappointed. "Lame," he said, and threw the suitcase across the room.

Kai and Kazuki broke a couple of chairs just for fun, and Leon started stacking bags on top of a sleeping man. By the time we were done, the waiting area looked like a tornado had passed through.

But we weren't finished yet. Somehow—and honestly, I don't even know how—we found our way outside to the tarmac where the planes were parked. There were a few service vehicles sitting around, and Crimson's eyes lit up again.

"I call dibs on driving that one!" he shouted, pointing at a small luggage cart.

"Crimson, no," Kazuki said, but it was too late. Crimson jumped into the driver's seat and started driving in circles, narrowly missing several parked planes.

Leon found another cart and joined him, and soon the two of them were racing each other around the tarmac. Meanwhile, Kai and I were messing with the fuel tanks.

"What happens if we mix soda with jet fuel?" Kai asked.

"Only one way to find out," I said. We unscrewed the cap of a fuel tank and poured in an entire bottle of cola. I don't know what we expected to happen, but it seemed like a great idea at the time.

MJ, as usual, was trying to keep his distance from the chaos, but even he couldn't resist joining in when he saw Crimson and Leon playing bumper cars with the luggage carts.

"Move over," MJ said, climbing onto the back of Crimson's cart. Crimson promptly slammed on the brakes, sending MJ flying into a pile of suitcases.

"My glasses!" MJ yelled, crawling around on the ground to find them.

By the time security finally caught up with us, we'd caused so much damage that I'm pretty sure we were banned from the airport for life. But as we were being escorted out, Crimson turned to us and said, "Worth it."

And honestly? He wasn't wrong.