It was going to be a very long trip, scratch that it already has been a long trip.
Since the moment Jules had to make a 4 am flight-seriously who wants to be on a flight at four in the morning? She had to wake up at two in the morning. She had quickly hopped into the shower, than thrown on a pair of jeans paired with a deep purple tank top and grey cardigan.
Jules headed down stairs while throwing her hair up into a quick pony tail. She headed toward the kitchen to make her signature mango protein shake.
By 2:30 she was out the door and headed to the airport. Thankfully her flight was on time and she was in California by 10:50 am California time.
Now, she walks through the crowded LAX airport. The clitter clatter of the wheels on her suitcase are drowned out by the hustle and bustle of the hectic airport.
Jules heads toward the baggage claim. She waits for all 4 of her suitcases, why couldn't she have packed lighter? She knows she will only be there for a week but she just couldn't decide on what to pack and the old high school cheerleader in her took over.
Jules puts her suitcases on the trolley. Hey maybe traveling heavier wasn't such a bad idea I mean she uses the trolley as a battering ram to make her way through the never ending crowd. Once outside the sound of horns blaring and the bright sun light overtook her senses causing them to go into overdrive. Her eyes begin to adjust and she blocks out the noise before walking toward the car rental place.
Jules hops into her red camaro she rented for the week and drives the 45 minutes to Angel Grove. Nostalgia gets the better of her. Memories of her past rush to the front of her mind, those long suppressed and ignored memories taking center stage dragging up unwanted memories.
If they only understood the hurt she had felt or maybe even if they had heard her side of the story she would still be in contact with some of them, maybe even any of them. No, stop. This was not the time to live in regret. She was here to go to her high school reunion-not to stir up problems.
She just wanted to say hi and see how everyone was doing than get back to her regular life in Canada. Her old friends had no idea she was coming, hell up until Sarge saw her reunion letter when he came to her house and convinced her to go she had no idea she was even going.
Tonight is day one of the reunion-their graduating class was meeting up at the hotel lobby for drinks. She had to look drop dead gorgeous tonight.
After checking in Jules heads up to her hotel room.
The first thing she does is text Sarge and let him know she had arrived safely. She quickly unpacks as to make sure her clothes aren't too wrinkled. She lays out tonight's outfit on the bed before going to the closet and pulls out the iron.
She irons her clothe before going into the bathroom and puts on the white fluffy robe and matching slippers that make her sore feet feel like there are in heaven.
She puts on her makeup and curls her hair before getting dressed.
By the time she's done it's 6 pm and time to head down to the hotel bar for the first day of the reunion. This should be fun.
She pushes the lobby button on the elevator and as she watches the numbers go down it oddly resembles how her stomach feels. The closer she gets the more her stomach begins to drop, nervousness and dread over take her.
The ding of the elevator startles her as she was lost in thought. She exits the elevator and slowly makes her way toward the bar.
She let's out a shaky breath before mentally shaking herself out of this mode of panic. Using her highly toned sniper breathing she calms her heartbeat and regains control. She lays her freshly manicured fingers along the cool door handle.
Time seems to slow down as she turns the knob. It's now or never. With one last panic filled thought she pushes the door open.
The small group of people gathered inside all turn and look toward her. She feels the tension in the room begin to rise as one pair of eyes seems to bore right through her soul.
She turns toward where she feels the eyes on her and she is met with the dark, hard glare of one Tommy Oliver. Oh crap who would have thought he would ever be on time for anything?
Hellooooo fellow fanfictioners. How nice of my fellow humanoids to read this. Sorry for my randomness it tends to come out in stressful situations and I am currently watching the superbowl and I am a giants fan and currently they are losing with 3 minutes left in the game ahhhh. Ok back to the point. So this idea just came to me while watching a commercial.. hey dont judge it happens. any way i will update after 3 lovely reviews are left for meeeee. Hope you enjoyed tell me what you think and be honest i like honesty! well most of the time. any way yea tell me what you want to see or what you think is gonna happen...
Disclaimer: i dont own flashpoint or power rangers.