SORRY! I am so very sorry, my computer died, I lost some (most) files. It was all very tragic. But, long story short, this was saved. And I do plan on finish posting them. So, stay tuned. And again, sorry. 3
We said our goodbyes to Sabine and got to the terminal. Haven was flirting with Jude, shamelessly in front of Mr. Munoz. Who seemed a bit uncomfortable.
"Sixteen A, this is our terminal. It should be less than hour until we start boarding. We made it in good time." He said with a smile, and sat down.
"I need to get gum, Jude would you go with me?" Haven said with a smile, and practically dragged Jude with her. I rolled my eyes, and Mr. Munoz caught me.
"I don't get why you don't do anything, if it makes you so uncomfortable." He commented and I shot a nasty stare at him. Since when doe she get off making comments like that. I decided to ignore it, and walked over to a magazine stand.
Both flights were uncomfortable. Mainly because Haven wouldn't shut up. And Mr. Munoz was so uncomfortable by the flirting, we kept starring at me. Basically begging for me to do something about it. But I couldn't.
And then there was the horrible turbulence, when we were nearing Amsterdam. Apparently there was a weird storm-like weather. That was not only rare for this time of year. But also very strong. So much so, that we landed by miracle because the rest of the flights were cancelled.
"I thought Amsterdam was supposed to be gorgeous in the summer time!" Haven complained. I wanted her to shut up. This was just horrible. Mr. Munoz walked back to us, after talking to an airport official.
"The airport hotel is full, they said that a bus was going to leave in about half an hour to the nearest hotel. Do you guys want to go, or stay here?" He asked us, I starred over at Jude. Being in the streets where we once roamed, possibly as lovers was not in my plans.
"Let's stay here! I mean the storm is going to clear soon, right?" I asked Mr. Munoz.
"Actually, Ever, they said it was going to last a couple of days." My jaw dropped in terror. A couple of days? This was not happening to me.
"Then let's go to the hotel. There's no way I'm sleeping in the airport." Haven said, and Jude nodded. I wasn't happy, but if there was no other option. I had to go along with it. I looked at Jude, and hoped upon hope he wouldn't start to remember.
We got on the bus, and it drove us to a big fancy hotel. But when we got there. A staff member came outside with a banner that read NO VACANCY. The driver drove on, to the couple of next hotels. Most of them where full, or out of our budget. There was no way we could pay two thousand dollars per night. We were one of the people left, when the driver stopped at a small Inn.
"This is cheap, and quite nice." He said to us. The other group of people, a family of five rejoiced. Haven blurted out a negative comment, but I didn't quite hear it. I was too busy noticing my surroundings. Specially a building with a purple flag, and a balcony full of flowers. I could tell what they were, but they had a very weird green color to them.
"Ever! Come on!" Haven said, motioned for me to get off the bus. As soon as my feet felt the ground, I felt something very strong. I lost my balance for a moment.
"Ever, are you okay?" Jude said, holding on to me. "You look really pale, let's get you inside.
He put my arm around him, and helped me walk into the inn. Once there everything felt so warm, so cozy. So familiar. I lost my balance again.
"It's probably the Jet lag!" The mother from the other group said. Mr. Munoz nodded to this.
"Yeah, it's that." I agreed, and smiled at everyone. Of course I knew, it was because my past life. My memories, they were flooding back inside my head. And I was trying to prevent that. I could feel them, trying to break in. One by one. Making my head hurt.
"Welcome to the Gallery!" The hostess said with a smile. "It's two parties if not incorrect." The mother nodded, and so did Mr. Munoz. They proceeded to check in.
"Okay gang!" Mr. Munoz said, in his lame teacher tone. "Jude and I are in the Room Three A, and you girls are in Three B." I grabbed the keys, and my things and headed up the stairs. I didn't need to know where it was I just knew.
I grabbed the keys inserted them in the keyhole, punched the door, and opened it. I entered the room, and threw all my things in a corner. I was scared to look outside the window.
"Did you foresee that the door was jammed?" Haven asked me, and I snapped out it. Remembering she'd been behind me all the time.
"No… I remembered." I said in a low voice. Regretting as soon as I heard it.
"You remembered?" She asked, raising an eyebrow. "Why do I get the feeling you're not telling me something?"
"There's nothing to know Haven, I remembered it from a dream."
"Oh, okay…" she said, but she knew I was lying.
Thanks for reading! And again, very sorry. For those who waited, I love you and thank you for your lovely comments. (: