Jake's flight totally blows--like four crying kids, and the in-flight entertainment sucks--but it's all worth it when he gets to the airport and sees his dad there waiting for him. "Hey!" he says, waving and running up for a hug.
"Jesus christ, you're giant," Jared says, dryly, catching him for a hug. "What did I tell you about eating vegetables? We gotta give your mom's genes a chance to win out."
Jared sighs. "Adequate nutrition sucks," he says. "Come on, let's get you something disgusting and greasy. I bet the plane food was terrible. Peanuts or pretzels?"
"It means you're not carrying stuff and allowed to stay up late, because I'm the cool parent," Jared says, laughing. "Come on, get in the car so I can feed you. How are you? How was the flight?"
"Mom's been staying out late with her new boyfriend," Jake says. "So she's not around to make me go to bed." He slides into shotgun. "I'm okay. Mom wants me to start thinking about college, which sucks. I'm still a sophomore, I don't have to worry about that yet." He makes a face. "And my flight sucked. But I'm here now."
Jared snorts. "I'm sure she's abandoning you repeatedly on school nights," he says, dryly. "And you probably should start thinking about it. But not on spring break."
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