Tokio Hotel in Cleveland: A True Story
Chapter 3
Break Away
It took two hours of driving to finally arrive in the state of Pennsylvania, and I was thrilled that we had slipped so far away from home. There was going to be no turning back no matter what happened. Deciding that we did not want to be trapped inside a small two-door Honda for four straight hours, we pulled inside a plaza bearing a large sign that read, "Kohl's," one of our favorite stores.
I stepped out of the car, my features already beaming with the rare thrill of what we had done, and what we planned to do. I was daydreaming about what it was going to be like when I was telling this story to my mother in a few years, and to my own children when they were grown.
The air was chilly, and the sun had long since disappeared behind the vast blanket of white-grey clouds. Though the pavement was wet with rain and scattered pools, the breeze smelled fresh with after-storm scent.
"It's pretty obvious that we're not from around here," Isabel declared as the two of us strolled through the parking lot.
"Really?" I asked curiously.
I hadn't realized it before, but some people from New York almost had their own way of doing things than other's when it came to the alternative culture, whether it was just bumming it or dressing up. Isabel had thrown on an oversized white wife beater and black shorts, and ballet flats. I had a distressed looking short sleeve zip-up, and converse with my skirt. Our hair, dyed black and blonde, was teased up and tousled, and small areas like our lips, eyebrows, and noses were pierced. I hadn't seen many other people dressed similarly to the two of us, but they were a little more neat and matched than we were.
"New Yorkers have their own thing," she explained.
Not long after we went inside and started looking around, my cell phone went off. Yanking it out of my bag, I looked at the screen and saw it was my mother. Ohhh, here we go!
"Where are you?" she asked me.
"Uh–ugh–hold on!" I stammered, making it sound as if I were fumbling with the phone. I turned to Isabel; she was faster at coming up with excuses than I was.
"Where are we?" I whispered, holding the phone away from my face.
"Just tell her we're in the bathroom at the concert hall. We're waiting for the band to come out."
It didn't take long to hang up with her after repeating what Isabel told me, and we were in the clear once again. I didn't like having to lie about the whole thing, but like I said, our parents weren't very open-minded.
I don't recall if Isabel bought anything, but I had picked out two tank tops. I thought of them as some of my little souvenirs from the trip.
After leaving the store–and being purposely splashed by Isabel who jumped into a rain puddle–we got back inside the car and continued on our way through the small tip of Pennsylvania we were passing through. Everything seemed to be going perfectly at that point, but I have to admit, neither of us were expecting all the things that were going to happen to us through the afternoon and well into night.
o0o0o0o.. little bit of suspense! Ok not really because the next chapter is posted, but I bet you're curious to read it. I hope you like the story so far!