Izzy, the crazy redhead sitting next to you, was staring at her boyfriend, Owen, the fat blonde guy sleeping peacefully tied to the couch.

“Awwwweee! Big O’s fear of flying is sooooo cuteeeee!!” Izzy coos.

Tyler, the dumb jock, was eating breakfast. Alejandro? He was nowhere to be found, most likely down in economy class, flirting with girls and ogling Heather when she wasn’t looking.

Yeah, you saw how he looked at her. Everyone did.

Owen rolls over on the couch, still tied to it, revealing a crippled, in-pain Noah.

You couldn’t help but snicker. Serves the glorified twink right for being so rude.

He was twisted in every way and his bones were bending in ways they probably shouldn’t.

“Thanks for not noticing I was gone all night! What am I, Tyler?!” he snaps.

Poor Tyler’s head shot up and he frowned. “Hey!” Tyler exclaimed. Noah just rolled his eyes. The guy’s girlfriend couldn’t even remember him, he did NOT need anymore hits to his ego.