Beginnings, Dreams and 12 HOURS LEFT!

Me: I'm back! I found this story fun to write, so here's chapter 2~! I don't own Minecraft. Just Paige~ R&R!

My life... has finally been COMPLETE! I've met Bajan Canadian and I'm on my way to Minecon! I mean, I'm a pretty (I mean REALLY) big fangirl! As much as I hate to admit it~

Mitch helped retrieve my luggage from the compartment and even offered to carry it for me. "No really dood, you've done more than enough. Really!" I grin, taking a hold of my suitcase. He grinned back. "If you insist dood. Let's go out then!" He grinned.

I blushed slightly. "Um...? What?"

He chuckled. "Silly bacca. I mean out of the plane, dood." He ruffled my hair and began pulling his luggage. God... I must be some dense idiot or something...

I quickly bounced after him, checking the row of seats my mom sat at. Just making sure she left safely... "You okay, Paige?" Mitch asked, slight concern tinging his voice. I nodded in reply, having one last good look at the row of seats. "Yeah. Just making a final check!" I smiled, bouncing alongside him. He returned the favour and we left the aircraft. My mom was standing in front of the airline arrival gate awaiting my first step into New York. The sky was pretty dark since it was night time, and pretty glistening could be seen from a distance if you stared out the glass windows.

"Well? How do you like your first step in New York?" My mom smiled.

"I LOVE IT!" I cried, bouncing on the spot. She giggled as did Mitch.

My mom turned to Mitch and thanked him for being with me. "No problem, miss. Your daughter has been awesome anyway!" He said, staring at me as I pressed my face against the glass windows, staring at the lights. "Wow!" I cried in astonishment.

Mitch chuckled and joined me to admire the lights. "Look Bajan!" I pointed to the Empire State Building, staring in awe. "It looks so awesome at night!" I sighed.

He smiled playfully at me and we began pointing out the prettiest lights. My mom sat at the benches and watched us, smiling softly. One of our biggest dreams (no, our BIGGEST dream) was always to travel the world together. To visit every country and city. My mom and I, we'd constantly talk about different cities during breakfast and it'd go on for hours, our food would always be left cold and soggy by the time we'd finished our morning talks. "What country do you admire the most, Paige?" Mitch asked, staring at me, grinning.

I thought for a bit. "Wait, do you read minds too!?" I cried, eyes widened "I was just thinking about countries and cities!"

He chuckled, having to hold his stomach from the amount of laughter he was releasing. Watching him laugh and smile, made me do the same. What could I say? Laughing's contagious. Especially when it was Mitch who was laughing. The two of us just started laughing together as multiple people started walking passed, wondering what we were laughing about. My mom had eventually fallen asleep on that bench. after admiring the lights, Mitch and I sat down together at the bench. I took off my hoodie and laid it on my mom. "Stay warm mom..." I murmured, brushing a lock of brown hair from my face.

"You really care about your mom, huh?" Mitch said, his voice soft and his eyes gentle. I nodded. "Yeah... she has a weak heart so I'm the only one to look after her..." I smiled slightly. It's always just been mom and me. "That's cool. Your dad? What about him?" My face twisted and became sour. "He abandoned us... I hate him... so much. When I was born, my dad cowered out and ran away. My mom was so depressed and her heart slowly grew weaker... I'm just doing what I can now to keep this dream we have alive. My mom kept me alive, it's my turn to return the favor." I said, stroking my mom's hair.

Mitch went silent for a bit. "Sorry for asking, Paige." He murmured. After a short silence, he spoke up again. "Well, let's make this the best trip ever huh?" He stood up and held out a hand for me to grab. I smiled and took his hand. He pulled me up and the two of us giggled. Mitch just might be the friend I always needed, but I never really had... I carried my mom on my back and we walked to baggage claim. Bajan grabbed our baggage and walked us out of the airport. I smiled softly as I watched the snow fall gently. The ground was caked with mud and snow, covering roads and trees. I honestly found it different and new, even though I've seen snow every year in Chicago. It just felt... I don't know... special? I was never good with words anyway...

Mitch waved a taxi and helped place my mom inside, carefully positioning her comfortably. I smiled and turned to face him. "Thanks for everything, dood." I looked around, searching for a second taxi that he would take to his hotel. "How are you going to get to your hotel?" I asked, slightly concerned. "No need to worry, dood!" He grinned, ruffling my hair. "Team Crafted are gonna pick me up."

He took out his phone and dialed a number from his contacts. Probably Jerome? "Yeah, where are you doods anyway? I'm waiting for- traffic? Yeah sure! I can wait 10 more minutes. Yeah I was just helping a friend." He said, smiling at me. I watched him talk to whoever-he-was-talking-to, smiling back. "Sure. I'm just gonna send them off..." he said. Not soon after, he hung up and sighed. "So, you're alone until 10 minutes, huh...?" I muttered, staring at the ground, fidgeting.

"Yep. You know the guys. They forget until the very last minute." He chuckled, his eyes softening. I smiled at his actions. "Okay! You want me to stay here with you?" I asked, clasping my hands. He smiled at my question, patting my head. "Your mom needs you. Remember that ok?" He chuckled, glanicing at the taxi.

The taxi driver honked the horn of the cab. "Are you coming?! Or is this sleeping woman my only passenger!?" He asked.

"Um! Just wait a bit please!" We both cried, staring at each other after our sudden outburst. We both chuckled and said our goodbyes to one another. I gave Mitch a quick hug, taking in his warmth. He pat me gently on my back before I let go. "I was honestly scared that I wasn't gonna let go of you!" I giggled. He brushed one of my locks from my face, hooking it behind my ear. The taxi driver honked louder, calling for me to get in the cab. I quickly pulled away from Mitch, running to the passenger seat. "Bye Mitch!" I cried, waving goodbye. "See ya tomorrow, dood!" He chuckled. I frowned, bouncing into the cab. I really wanted to get to know him more. He's really sweet and caring. And he speaks my language. I laughed awkwardly. "That boy from before. He's very nice, don't you think?" The cab driver asked, keeping his eyes on the road.

I nodded, smiling. "You have no idea, dood." I grinned.

We pulled up to the hotel, I woke my mom up and jumped out. Grabbing my luggage, I got her to hold onto my arm as we walked into the hotel. It was luxurious and very grande. WAY beyond my expectations of the place. My mom gasped at the grand chandeliers and marble tiling. Beautiful carnations were displayed in massive ivory vases, there were a cluster of golden, silk chairs in the corners of the lobby. My mom gripped to my arm tightly as we made our way up to the front desk. Most of the staff had called it a day and left, leaving only the woman at the front desk, some janitors and a security guard on night watch. I cleared my throat, gripping to my mom.

The woman looked up. "I'm deeply sorry for not noticing you madam. Is there anything I can do for you?" She asked, closing a drawer with a clatter.

"We'd like to head up to our rooms please..." I stated shyly, taking out our passports and ids. After a quick scan of our passports and a small discussion which I barely understood, she handed a key over to my mom and gave us the room details. I nodded and we headed up, a bellboy collecting our baggage for us.

The elevator was just as fancy as the lobby. A vase of carnations sat in the corner of the elevator, filling the room with a sweet aroma. "This is so new, huh Paige?" My mom chuckled.

I smiled. "Yeah. This really is different." I said, clinging to her hand. "You should rest when we get to the room, mom. You look so tired." I said, stepping out of the elevator, scanning a sheet of paper for room details. "So... we're in room 1683?" I murmured. "Ok! Let's go look... and..." I looked around, checking the room door we stood behind. "Oh, here it is!" I said, unlocking the door. "It's not the greatest, but it's new, right?" I grinned, pushing the door open. "Welcome to the first step of our lives mom! Or more than a few meters of our lives." We chuckled.

After chucking our bags in the corner of the room, my mom hit the showers, complaining about the old woman's drool. I giggled and pulled out my phone, dunking on the bed with my feet swinging in the air. I scrolled through my contacts and dialed a number.

"Hello~?"

"Mitch? Hai! It's me, Paige!"