WELL HELLO LOYAL READERS WHO HAVE WAITED THREE FRICKEN MONTHS FOR THIS CHAPTER WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME I DON'T KOW I'M SORRY. Sorry for the wait. I have so many stories and so many ideas! Just be patient with me, alright? Ok!

Well, I hope you like this chapter. I do have big plans for this story!

Without further a due, here is Chapter 3!

Chapter 3

I waited for everyone to wake up as I watched the sunrise.

It was quite beautiful; red, orange, yellow, purple, pink, all scattered through out the sky as the sun fully rose. I had a nice view of it, and it made me feel good inside. It was completely quiet in the plane, just quite snores coming from the other passengers. I took a deep breath and savored the last few minutes I had to myself. After the sun had risen, I waited for the others to wake up.

Astrid was the first. She yawned next to me and took the earbuds out of her ears, which were still playing music from last night. She wiped her eyes and looked out the window.

We were silent for a little bit, both of us staring at the window and admiring the sunrise.

"It's so beautiful." She said. Like you. I thought. I internally slapped myself; Astrid would never be into me. I was leading myself on. The sooner I accepted the fact that she would never be interested in me, the better.

Sometimes, I really hated my mind.

"Yeah." I agreed. I didn't look at her; I just looked out the window.

I felt her eyes on the back of my head. "How long have you been up?"

I shrugged and chewed on my bottom lip. "Um, you know..I've been-"

"You didn't fall asleep last night, did you?" She asked. Even though I wasn't looking at her, I could feel her grin as she discovered the truth.

"It doesn't matter." I said. I folded my arms in front of my chest. "I just wasn't tired, ok?"

"Whatever." She answered.

A loud groan that came from the seat behind us, signaling that Snotlout was up. "No..sun..go away." He mumbled. Both Astrid and I laughed.

"Get up, you lug." Astrid said. "We're almost there."

She was right; we were flying over land now. For the past hours, all we had been flying over was North America and then the Pacific Ocean. The land we were flying over was luscious green and clear water. It looked like something out of a magazine.

"It is night time in Hawaii? Cause I can sleep some more." Snotlout asked groggily.

"No." I said. "It's morning in Hawaii. And, if I remember correctly, you've been asleep for a solid ten hours."

Snotlout suddenly appeared over the seat, eyes half open and hair sticking up in all directions. "I need my beauty sleep, little Hiccup. You don't look as good as I do without any sleep."

"Mn." Astrid said, eyeing Snotlout's current appearance. "Well, judging by how you look now, you should go back to sleep."

Snotlout pouted as he rubbed the sleep out of his eyes. "Maybe I will."

"No, you will not." A deep voice said. Spitlout walked over to his son, ruffling his hair a bit. My uncle had slight bags under his eyes and his shirt was wrinkled. He didn't look nearly as bad as his son, though. "It takes practically the entire US army to drag you out of bed. I'm lucky if I get you up before three in the afternoon."

"Wow." Astrid said. She was currently taking her hair out of her long braid. Pieces of her hair were sticking out of the braid, and her hair looked liked she had just been electrocuted. (Even though messy braids looks so badass on her. Ug, stop it Hiccup!)

She redid her braid, making it tighter and more put together.

"Is my mother up?" She asked Spitlout. My uncle nodded. "Yeah. Her and Stoick are talking about something right now."

I looked up at the mention of my father. I almost forgot about him. How was I going to keep him from finding out I hadn't slept for 24 hours straight? You may think, oh, just don't tell him. But, over the few weeks I had come to warm up to him, he's been studying my ways and habits. It's actually a problem, because lying to him is becoming more difficult each day.

Suddenly, the pilot's voice came from the intercom.

"We will be landing in Honolulu, Hawaii in approximately 30 minutes. Please prepare for departure."

"Finally!" Snotlout cheered. "We finally get off of this plane!"

Astrid rolled her eyes, and everybody settled down in their seats.

I snuggled down in my seat and enjoyed the last few moments being in the air. Slowly, the plane descended. Both Astrid and I jumped as the plane harshly landed on the ground. She gripped the arm rest as the plane slowly came to a stop. She let out a breath of air as the plane came to a stand still.

I raised an eyebrow at her. "Don't like flying?"

She gave me a weak smile. "I pretty sure I could, if I did it a lot."

The first thing I noticed was the warm air that rushed to greet us as the doors opened. It was humid, but bearable. The sun was shinning bright, but not too bright. I inhaled and was greeted with the smell of tropical fruit and flowers. There wasn't a cloud in the sky, and I could practically feel all of my worry disappear.

No wonder people came here for vacation.

After leaving the plane and waiting for our luggage, my father finally approached me. "Hey," He said quietly, "How're you doin?"

I shrugged. "I'm fine."

He placed his giant hand on my shoulder. "Sleep well?"

I just nodded my head, looking the other direction. Please, just by it.

And then Astrid decided to speak up.

"Yeah, I'm pretty sure he would have slept well if he actually, you know, went to sleep."

My father's grip on my shoulder tightened. "What?" He said, flabbergasted. He looked down at me, concern in his eyes. "Why didn't you sleep last night? Did you get another nightmare? I packed your sleep medication if you need it, all you have to do is ask. You must be-"

"Dad." I interrupted. "I'm fine, really."

I really wasn't fine. The sleep medication that my doctor, Dr. Verso, prescribed me really helped a lot. It didn't keep the nightmares away, far from it, but it made me go to sleep instantly and it kept me asleep. Sometimes, that wasn't always good. (More like being trapped in my own nightmares.) But, I went from only able to get five hours a night to ten.

Other than the fact that I never ate, a main reason I was so small was because I never slept. But, I've always had a sleeping problem. I have a busy mind that races a thousand miles a minute, thinking of something new each second I'm awake.

My father's gaze wouldn't leave me. "Are..are you sure?"

I nodded. "Yeah, it's just one sleepless night. It's not like..you know, before."

My father nodded, yet that concern look on his face never vanished.

Before the sleep medication, I would go days without sleep, and that was bad. I could never focus or do anything. Finally, my dad took me to my doctor to see what was going on. That was were I received my medication.

"Right when we get to the hotel, you're going to take a nap." My father said to me sternly. I knew there was no way out of this one.

"Dad." I whined.

"Yeah, I'm defiantly down for that!" Snotlout said, yawning loudly.

"Oh, here are our bags!" Astrid's mom said as the carousel in front of us started moving. Familiar looking bags started to move towards, and Astrid and her mom surged forward and grabbed their bags. Next was my bag.

"Here, I got it." Snotlout said, grabbing hold of the leather handle. He pulled the grass green bag off of the machine, and his eyebrows shot forward in surprise. "Wow..your bag is really light."

I shrugged. "I don't need a lot. But, uh, thanks." I grabbed hold of my bag from Snotlout and wheeled it next to my father.

After we received our bags, the company's limo was parked out in front of the airport. We all piled in and made our way to the hotel. Or should I say..resort.

It was fricken awesome.

There were five different pools with water falls, six different buffet areas, and the hotel itself was huge. Marble collums with shinny floors greeted us as we approached the front desk. The elevator we rode in was made of sleek metal and freshly stained wood.

Astrid and her mom bid us a farewell as they disappeared inside their room, Snotlout and his father doing the same. My father pressed his large hand on the small of my back as he guided me into our room.

It was a huge room, with two king sized beds and a flat screen TV. Our balcony had an amazing view of the ocean, and the whole resort. The carpet looked soft and cleaned, and everything was organized and modern. We had a kitchen area, even though neither of us knew how to cook.

"Wow." I said, putting my bag down and running towards the balcony. I leaned over the iron bar and looked out. I could clearly hear the waves from hear, if we kept the balcony door open. We had the penthouse, so we could see all five pools, the buffets, the hola dancers that were preforming for entertainment, all of the barbecues going on at the beach, and the beautiful clear waves that washed up on shore.

This was perfect.

"Dad..this is amazing." I said.

I felt his presence come up to my left. "It's great, I know." Both of our attention was turned to the beach. "Hiccup?"

I looked up at him. "Yeah?"

"Did you bring your paints?"

I furrowed my brow. "Yeah, I think so. Why?"

"Because, I want you to paint the sun setting over the ocean."

I smiled a bit. A wave of ideas rushed through my mind. I could totally do that. I knew exactly what I was going to do. The water, with two birds flying over head as the sun is almost swallowed whole by the ocean, with a full moon right behind it to take it's place.

"I can defiantly do that."

My father gently ruffled my hair. "Good. Now..." He looked down at me. "Let's get you into bed."

I slumped my shoulders. "Dad." I whined. "I'm not even tired. Please, don't make me."

"Oh, I'm going to make you, alright." He said, guiding me back inside. I sighed. "Why?"

"Because when you're tired, you get cranky. And, when you get cranky, you become very sarcastic."

I turned around to look at him, an eyebrow raised. "Well, more sarcastic than usual. And, tonight we have a very important meeting with the president of the Hawaiian phone service company, so I need your sarcasm to a minimal."

I smirked. "I don't know, Dad. I mean, sarcasm is like my second language."

I father chuckled slightly. "You sound like your mother. Some of the things that come out of your mouth, it's like she's here with me." He gave me a small smile.

I knew my father missed my mother, who had died a few years ago. And, painfully enough, I reminded him of her, a lot. I always feel bad for doing that. I'm practically rubbing the fact that his wife is dead in his face. But, I never know when to stop; it's not like I can pick out my traits that remind him of her and then throw them away. I barely even remember her.

"Here." My father said, filling up a plastic cup. He handed me the cup, and then dumped a blue pill into my hand; my sleeping pill.

I thanked him with a smile as I downed the pill and water. Then, I turned my way to the beds. I kicked my shoes off and placed them by my bed. I then peeled back the first level of covers and slide in. I snuggled into the fresh, cold sheets that smelled like the ocean.

The last thing I saw was the crystal clear water crashing onto the sandy beach as I allowed sleep to take me.

I'm really sorry this took so long. I've just been trying really hard to update all of my stories. The next story I'm going to updated is either Lost Prince or Snowy Love (Rewritten).

Comment which one I should update.

Thank you so much my readers for waiting patiently and I'll see you next chapter!

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~TheOneWithTheScar