(A/N: I don't own any of these characters unfortunately. They belong to the amazing Amy-Sherman Paladino!! The wonderful creator of Gilmore Girls!)
Chapter 3San Francisco, Here I come!
Well… I entered my first real journalism piece at about 2 am and crashed on the bed about 10 minutes later. I got up at about 8:30 to pack and check out. I can't believe I'm on my way to where he is… I'm sitting on my bed with my head in my hands wishing this wasn't happening! I miss him… but still haven't gotten up the courage to call him or anything. God, I still love him. I don't know what will happen… but I guess I'll just have to find out.
I barely un-packed anything, just my pajama's, clothes for today, my toiletries and my laptop. I take a hot shower cause I really need one to calm me down. Then I get dressed, pull my hair up into a ponytail, dab on a bit of make-up so I look decent when I get to the next press conference and start putting things into their proper places. I grab the bag I'm taking with me on the plane and take everything out of it.
I throw out the wrappers from my gum I kept chewing yesterday at the conference because I was so nervous. Then I put back in my book and my iPod. I also put in another pack of gum, my wallet, my plane ticket, a couple pens and a notebook. Then I put my toiletries, pajama's and my clothes from yesterday back into my suitcase, and I put my laptop and wires back into my computer bag and do an idiot check before I head downstairs. I head to the elevator and let out a huge sigh.
I put my room key in my back pocket of my jeans so I could have easy access to it when I checked out. When I got down there I head over to the desk to check out, and I have to wait on a line because of the other reporters. I grab my iPod and scroll down my list of songs as I stop at one particular one. It doesn't remind me of… Logan… but it does of a different past love. I smirk as Candyman by Sammy Davis Jr. blasts through my headphones. I haven't listened to this song since… well… that night with Dean.
The line starts moving and I move forward, I put my iPod on shuffle and the next song makes me smirk again… but that's cause it's one of Lane's bands songs. Rebecca in the Morning… good song… and it makes me miss home, Lane, Zach, and the boys. I get to the front of the line and pause the song. I hand the lady my room key and tell her my room number so she can check me out and of course it's already been payed for so I just step to the side and start to play the music again.
I head outside to wait for the shuttle bus to go to the airport. I have my sweater around my waist and my sunglasses on top of my head which I then put over my eyes because the sun is so bright! I sit on my suitcase and get out my book and start reading. I then go back inside to grab a coffee before the bus gets here.
When the bus gets here I was just finishing my coffee so I through the cup away and gathered my bags and headed onto the shuttle bus with the other reporters and we were on our way to the airport. I get to a seat with all of my bags and I skip a couple of songs on my iPod. Finally I stop on a song, Speed of Sound by Coldplay. A little slower then I'd like right now but still a good song so I listen. I open my book and start reading again. We got caught in a bit of traffic but we get through it fast… I guess he took a short cut or something.
We get to the airport and I get off the bus and head over to check my bags so I don't have to deal with them on the plane. I stand in line and when I get to the front I check my bags. All except my laptop bag and my carry on… aka my purse that has some gum and books and some other stuff. I grab my ticket and put it in my purse and head over to my gate to find a seat.
I turn the volume of my music down so I can hear the announcements. I grab my book out of my purse, put my laptop bag in between my legs at my feet and my purse on my lap. I open my book and start to read. I waited for about an hour until I hear the announcement that my flight was boarding. I get up put my purse on the chair I was in so that I can gather everything. I put my book in my purse, and slung my bags over my shoulder and started walking toward the line of people waiting to board the plane. I get in line and get out my ticket so I'm ready for when I get to the front. When I get there, they took my ticket, scanned it, and handed it back to me. I got on the plane and found my seat. I put my laptop bag under my chair and my purse in my lap. I got my book back out and read more. Finally the flight attendants did their whole show about safety and then the pilot said we would be moving shortly. Soon after that I saw the flight attendants sit down and we were rolling down the runway. Soon we were off and I dosed off into a sleep. I woke up and we were still in the air. They made an announcement about 15 minutes later that we would be landing soon and so I put on my seat belt.
I got my bags together and asked the flight attendant for a soda. When I got it I just sat there listening to my iPod and sipping my soda bit by bit. They announced that we were preparing to land and all I did was sigh. We landed and they told us to stay seated until they told us it was ok to get up and exit the plane. I sighed as I took a glimpse out of the window.
Hello San Francisco… Hello torture… Hello ripping band-aids off earlier then then the cut is healed… I think I will soon be picking at the scab of my broken heart.
(A/N: Thanks for reading it!! SO SO SO SO SORRY that I didn't update earlier! I lost my notebook that had my stories in it and I had to make it up and I finally had the time to! REVIEW PLEASE!!)
Zija