The next morning, James and I woke up at 7:00am. I can't stand having to get up before 10:00, but hey, we're going to Hawaii! I can sleep as late as I want there. We eat breakfast and drink our morning coffee before taking showers and getting dressed. Then we finish getting ready and put all our belongs in the car. Then, we are off. We listen to Elevate in he car on the way (of course! Who can resist that amazing cd?) and James and I sang along, which was really fun, and cool. I love James's voice, it's different from other guys.
As we pull into the airport, I get excited; this was really happening! We were really going to hawaii! We pull our belongings out of the trunk of the car and start walking to the airport. When we get inside we sit in benches with our stuff next to us and wait for our plane to be loaded. I see our plane on the big lit up sign telling us to board, so we get up and walk to the gates. I show the lady our tickets, and we continue on. We hold hands as we climb onto the plane; I didn't want to lose him. We put our bags on the rack and take our seats. Now, all we could do was wait for the plane to lift off.
As we flew to Hawaii, James and I talked about everything. We talked about work and Big Time Rush and their new movie. We talked about out dreams and how we wish we could spend more time together. We talked so much, in fact, that we soon were in Hawaii preparing to land. "everyone be sure to buckle up! We are going to begin our decent" said the pilot over the loud speaker. I grab James's hand and squeeze it tight. We were there.
We step off the plane with our bags in hand and walk into the Hawaiian airport. It was warm here, even warmer than Los Angeles. We order a taxi, instead of a limo, because James wanted a break from all of the luxury of being famous. He wanted to feel normal for once, and a limo would just draw attention to him.
We got in the cab and asked the driver to bring us to our hotel; "The Hotel Honolulu." We are tired after the flight, and all we want is to relax at our suite. We pull into the hotel parking lot and pay the cab driver: a young man, a little older than James. We bring our luggage into the lobby, and get our key card. Then we get in the elevator and ride up to the top floor suite. As the elevator opens, we step into a small hallway with only one door. I look at James who is smiling, and I raise my eyebrows. I step forward and insert the room key into the one and only door of the hallway, and it clicks open. I step into a huge suite about the size of a large apartment or a small house with one floor. I look at James again and he is grinning at me with a glance that says "hey, we can still have SOME luxury, right?" I roll my eyes and shake my head with a smile, and set my suitcase down next to the king size bed in the next room. James had gotten us a penthouse. I see that he is standing next to one of the huge windows that covers an entire wall of the room. I walk over to him and he puts his arm around me. I look out the window and see a beautiful hawaiian sunrise over a beautiful Hawaiian beach. It is the most amazing sight ever.
We stand here for a very long time, but then, of course my stomach growls loud enough for James to hear. He laughs in a flirty way and walks me into the kitchen nearby. He pulls out a chair for me and I sit down. He then finds a menu and picks up the phone to call room service. He orders a breakfast of Chinese food and sparkling cider (weird meal but let's go with it!). Sitting at the table, we wait for our room service and talk some more. We laugh at memories including one from a few months ago when everyone went to surf taco without Taylor, the same night he preposed to me. Before we know it, room service is here. We eat our odd breakfast and then go to the couch to watch some tv. Even though it is morning here, it would be almost noon in LA, so we are tired.
We relax for a couple hours on the couch watching random tv shows, then we decide we need to go to sleep. We get our pajamas on, then go to our room. We are both exhausted, even though it is only 9:00 because in LA it would be an hour or so later. We lay in bed, his arms around my waist, and we fall asleep in a wonderful hug that I wish could never end.