What If...

I arrived at the airport in Port Angeles a little after ten the next night. I walked off of the board walk in to the actual airport. I lugged my suitcase behind me and sat down to wait for Charlie. I waited for about fifteen minutes. Charlie walked up behind me and tapped my shoulder. i looked up from the book I was reading and saw his half serious half ecstatic face. I stood up and he grabbed me into one of his bear hugs. i could barely breathe, but I hugged him back. He held me back and said,
"Welcome to Port Angeles," I smiled and picked up my suitcase. "Oh wait, I'll get that for you," I looked up at Charlie then down at my hand. He was holding the handle already.
"Go ahead. It's a little heavy though,"I let go and started dragging it like it weighed two pounds. i looked at my limp arm and sighed. I really need to build some muscle I thought to myself. I started walking behind him tired and groggy. I held my backpack in my hand and it was half dragging on the floor. Charlie looked back at me, but didn't say anything. I don't think he knew what to say. I always wondered where I got that from. I continued walking until we got to his police cruiser. Ugh! why did he have to bring that? doesn't he have another car? i climbed in the front and put my bag on my lap. i looked down at my hands that were folded on my lap. Charlie sat down in the driver's seat and started the cruiser. I could hear the gear shift as he put the car in reverse. i could feel the light jerk of the car starting to roll. We sat in silence for about twenty minutes then Charlie turned to me and said,
"How was the ride here?" I looked up from my hands to look up at him.
"Fine, I guess," I looked back down at my hands. He turned on the radio.
"Do you like music?" I looked back up.
"I don't really listen to it."
"Oh." He turned it back off and we sat in silence the rest of the way there. When we got close to the house, i looked out my window to jog my memory. I used to go to my dad's for a week every year in the summer. I haven't been here for four years. We arrived at his house and i got out. I walked in to the house and i made my way up to my old room. i found it clean and i was a bit surprised. Charlie never cleaned. i put my bags down on my bed and turned on the little light that sat on my dresser. Charlie waked in and said
"That's a pretty good lamp for homework, and the computer is slow, but it works. Oh and i cleared off some shelves in the bathroom," I looked at him and then remembered.
"Oh ya. You only have one bathroom," i sat down on my bed and took my shoes off. Charlie waled out and closed the door behind him. i yawned and unpacked my pajamas. i put them on and climbed in bed. I closed my eyes thinking about what was going to happen tomorrow.