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completely from all the compliments.
    “Guys, cut it out.” I slap Travis on the arm and nudge Tyler with my elbow.
    “Damn, she still can’t take compliments after all these years?” Travis chuckles, unaffected by my jab. He picks up the carry-on and slips his arm around Karlie’s waist. “Come on. Let’s get the rest of our stuff and something to eat. Shit, I’m starving’,” he declares as he heads toward the baggage claim.
    “I’ve got to use the bathroom,” Tyler says after his brother.
    “Shit, T, can’t you hold it until we get home?” Travis jokes, looking over his shoulder as he continues walking.
    “Dude, I can meet you at the baggage claim. It will only take a minute.”
    “Do you want me to wait for you?” I look up at him as he stops in front of the men’s restroom.
    “Nah.” He laughs. “I’m a big boy. You go ahead. I’ll be right behind you.”
    “All right, smart ass,” I counter, pinching his cheek.
    “Now go. I’ll catch up,” he says as he waves me away before he enters the bathroom. What a weirdo.

 
     
     
    Momma lives on Pine Street in Arlington just a few blocks away from AT&T Stadium on Legends Way. The stadium is literally right up the street from her house, and I’ve seen it almost every day the past month since I’ve been in Texas. It’s just a reminder that I could’ve been in there this past year working out with the team, but life has a way of unfolding for you, throwing some major bullshit in your plans. I pass the empty stadium parking lot for the last time on my way to the Dallas/Fort Worth Airport to see if I can salvage whatever I have left with Elle back in Boston. It’s only a twenty- minute drive, but it feels like the longest and most painful fucking ride of my life. I’m torn between leaving behind my Momma and Juju again and wondering what I’ll be facing when I land. Momma sits in the backseat of the car with me as I hold her hand. I’m glad she understands why I’m going back.
    “One of these days I’m gonna get over my damn fear of flying,” I mumble to myself as we approach the large sprawling airport. Watching all the planes land and take off makes my stomach churn. Nothing helps as I try to psyche myself out of it by listening to music on my iPod. I can feel the rumble of the engines all around me as we pass the airstrip on the right on the way to the parking garage.
    We slip through the revolving door, and I’m instantly blasted by the hustle and bustle of the large crowd and the frigid air-conditioned air. Everyone knows about my fear, and they give me shit for it every time. I can’t shake it for the life of me, not since I watched that movie Castaway with Tom Hanks. That shit had me scared shitless and is why I’m nervous as hell as I approach the ticket counter to check- in. The idea of the plane going down and living on a deserted island and talking to a damn volleyball for years gave me nightmares as a kid for a long time. Now, as a grown man, that movie still fucking haunts me.
    “Hey, Wilson.” Tommy slaps me on the back.
    “Cut the crap.” I laugh, returning the favor by punching him in the arm.
    “Are we still scared of flying, big guy?” He chuckles, shaking his head in amusement. Momma walks beside me and smiles while Juju lowers her eyes and laughs.
    “Lots of people hate flying.”
    “Hate, but aren’t scared shi...” He looks at Momma who raises a brow. “Your face is as white as a sheet, and by the way you’re holding that carry-on of yours, I swear you’re gonna lose circulation in your hand left there,” he says, dropping his eyes.
    “Tommy, leave my brother alone,” Juju counters, nudging him with her hip. “I could share with everyone what you’re scared of since you seem to enjoy teasing my brother about his fear.”
    “Baby, you wouldn’t,” he pleads. Stopping right in the middle of the airport terminal, he gets on one knee in mock amusement. “Please don’t.” He pushes out his bottom