by AngelGirl15
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Name: AngelGirl15 Email: sweet_death_29@hotmail.com Title: Surprise Spoilers: none pairing': mostly R/T Rating: Pg-13 Feedback: Plz email feedback to sweet_death_29@hotmail.com Other notes: my first fanfic...i might continue it depending on feedback i get Pairing: Rory/dean(for like 1 chap) then Rory/tristin Disclaimer: these don't belong to me...blah, blah, blah u know it by now. AU: im not going to rush the R/T relationship b/c i do want it to be more real so this thing could go on for awhile but I'll sort of hurry it up in parts so this thing just doesnt get 2, 2 long. thanks 2 all the ppl who review my story! this thing will probably end up being very long because ill probably @ least have one chapter for every day of their trip and then im still going to contnue it after! ~*~*~*~*~*~*~Part 10~*~*~*~*~*~
"It's not my fault they make these things so confusing!" she called from a few car rows down. "Exit is here. It says EXIT! You need to stop looking at the cars you like!" "No fun!" "I want to have fun, that's why I want to get on that plane!" "Hold on..." "MOM!" I called, having a big sigh after. Finally she stopped looking at the cars and hurried over. "Inside!" "Whoa, daughter becomes mean..." I just looked at her and we walked through the door and crossed over a path above a busy little street below us. Of course my mom leaned over it. "Do you think I'd get in trouble for spitting my gum?" "I think so." "Arrestable? I've never been to an airport jail!" "And you don't want to go. Besides you wouldn't go to airport jail for that." "Wanna bet?" she said smiling evily at me. "If I didn't know better I'd think you were trying to make me miss my flight...wait I do know better and that's what you are trying to do!" "Me? I would never do that!" "Fine, I'm picking my ticket up at the counter so I don't need you..." I joked, walking along the path. I heard her hurry up behind me. "You might want your carry-on though?" "Mom!! Come on!!!" "Fine, I'll be good." We walked up to the doors that slid open and entered chaos. "Whoa. I really don't like airports" my mom said, looking around. "There!" I said pointing to a group o f people off to the side with a big sign that said Chilton. "Whoa, they do everything big don't they? I thought you were just supposed to meet them after you checked in?" "I don't remember but I recognize some of those people." "Ohh...so I get to meet some of these horrible Chiltonites then?" "Yep, be warned!" "Already done. I've put up my armour and everything." We walked over to them and an over-excited teacher dressed in a hawainain shirt and too short shorts for guys, walked up to us. "HI!!!! I'm one of the chaperones, Mister Jackson! And you would be?" "The Queen Of England" my mom answered before I could. "THat's good for you!! But how about her?" "Rory Gilmore." He checked his clipboard, and my mom and I exchanged a look. "GREAT!!! Here's your name and I just need you to sign here, and your mom to sign here!" I took the clipboard from him and scribbled my name down and handed it to my mom. "I don't think he'd find it funny if I put the wrong name would he?" she whispered as she signed, and passed it back to him. "Okay any bags you are sending to the luggage, put over there, and keep your carryon with you. We will start to go through the ticket thing in about 10 minutes! Okay? Okay! Great!" I just stood there slightly shocked at him. "He's creepy" I muttered. "And you get to spend a whole 8 days with him!" "Don't remind me" I said, both of us sitting down in chairs. I looked around the 12 or so people there, and Carrie, Asia, Jordan, Brad, Chad and then some seniors were there, but neither Trish nor Tristan were there yet. Some with parents and others just by themselves. "Okay so you have everything right?" "I better! Cause then you are going to have to come up with some way to get it to me." "I'll send it with your grandma..." "Why wouldn't you let her come here with us? At least than we wouldn't have had to park and confuse you..." "Because then this would be a weep and cry session for her. It's my turn to weep and cry!" "Ahh....I won't be gone that long and you have the numbers so if you feel you need to tlak you can wake me up...just don't do it TOO early..." "Okay 3 am it is!" "You won't even be alive then." "True. I'll set a timer to do it for me, but then I'd have to know how to set that up and thats just too much effort..." I laughed and saw the hyper guy attack Tristan as he came inside the airport with a tall, older man behind him. I waved to him and he nodded while the hyper guy attacked him. "I take it that Tristan just walked in from that smile on your face!" my mom said in a sing-song voice. "Mom!!" "What? I am just pointing out the obvious." "Aren't you supposed to be blubbering over me leaving right about now?" "I do not blubber." "You so blubber... and you did last night!" "That was just me mad at my daughter abandoning me!" "I am not abandoning you...just taking a leave of absence." "You know I'm glad you're going. Just have fun, drink lots of coffee, and don't do anything I wouldn't do...scratch that. Don't do anything you normally wouldn't do." "You know I won't. Plus apparently you already told Trish to yell at me if I do something bad..." "How did you know about that?" "She called after I came back and told me." "I think I like Lane more again..." I rolled my eyes and yawned. I couldn't wait to get on the plane and sleep. My mom and I had spend all of last night with a gigantic movie night, so I was a little limited on how much sleep I got. "Okay everyone!! Gather together!!' Mister hyper called out. I stood up with my mom and we walked over to him. "Okay say your last goodbyes and then we have to start geting through the lines..." I turned and gave my mom a giant hug before he finished. "Okay I already gave you like 100 lectures so we'll skip those. Just have a blast and call me okay?" "Don't worry...but now onto my lecture. Don't bug Luke too much, call Sookie a lot and remember...don't kill anything okay?" "I can do the second one!" "Keep trying the first and the last one okay?" We broke apart and I walked over to the hyper guy who had most of the other people around him. we kissed and I walked over to the group. We were being led to a counter where some of the other chaperones were already loading on all of our luggage. "Gonna miss your mom?" Tristan asked, whispering in my ear. I nearly jumped and screamed but stopped myself. "You really should not do that to me!!" "Scaring you is fun though." "For you maybe. For me, it'll lead to me dieing." "TRISTAN DUGREY!" one of the chaperones called out and he looked up from me. He walked up to the front and I was hit lightly from behind. "Oh...my...god...Rory..." Trish panted. "Wondered whether you were going to show up or not." "Like...I would...miss...this..." she made out. "Okay try breathing. It helps with the whole loss of air thing. And what the hell did you do to your hair?" I asked. Her hair which was before normal, was now in pink and blonde dreads, held back by a silver and black headband. (Au. Like Pink's in her "Don't Let Me Get Me" video) She smiled slightly but was still breathing deeply. "My dad and mom made me run from down the terminal since they couldnt get closer and had to go. And the hair thing was done yesterday. Wanted something different!" "At least you made it...and your hair looks cool." They called my name and followed it by Trish's. We walked up to the hyper guy. "Nice of you to join us...you must be Trish Humphry correct?" "Yepper doodles!" "Okay here's your boarding passes. Go through the security and then wait on the other side with Mrs. Lambson." "Thank you Mr. Jackson" Trish siad in a sing song voice. We put our bags on the conveyor belt, and I walked through the metal detector. Luckily it didn't go off, so I went and grabbed my bag. I waited while Trish got scanned down. She 'accidently' turned around too quick and hit the airport guy. It was funny since the guy was getting a little too close with the scanner. Finally he let her go grab her bag. "I love giving them a hard time." "Yep, I'm sure it's smart idea giving a guy with a gun a hard time..." "Oh yeah. They don't care. Most people are too freaked half the time to even notice what the hell is going on." We walked a little passed the rush after the security check to a few tiny benches that 3 seniors, 2 teachers, Brad, Carrie, Asia and Tristan were by. Carrie was hanging off of Brad, while Tristan was talking to him. We walked over and Tristan immediatly turned his attention to us. "So Rory, happy to see me again?" "Why do you always start off conversation asking me some stupid question?" "Cause it gets you all defensive right away." "Oh yep Tristan you caught me. The entire time you were away I couldn't think about anything but you. Isn't taht right Trish?" "Oh yeah. 24/7 all about Tristan. In fact when you called she fainted from her excitement." "Was that what it was? I thought I fainted from being smacked in the head from YOUR excitement from him calling..." I joked. "Confused over here" Tristan butted in. Both of us laughed at his confusion. "You really need to learn how to do this whole thing fast...you don't keep up and you get confused..." "...and then we get more confused and talk twice as fast and confuse you four times as much." "Isn't it 3 times?" "I think its four times. We confuse him once then do it again but do it twice. Wait its two!" "I think it's three..." "And I think someone needs to have caffeine..."Tristan said while we argued. The rest of the group joined us. "Okay everyone. We are going to be heading to the terminal, and we are boarding first to avoid confusion between us and the other passengers. You have all been given your seat assignments. Please do not switch seats during the flight, do it before hand if you must do it. We will take up most of the 1st class section, so please be courteous and act like proper Chilton students you have all been taught to be. On the plane, we will pass out folders with all the information you will need on this trip. Once we arrive in Flordia, we will head to the hotel and at 8 pm as long as evrything goes on time we will go for a group dinner downstairs. Read the rules you will be given and do not break any of them. This trip was a reward for hard work and effort, and you are lucky to be here..." Mr. Jackson said. "Hey, we only got here cause the luck of the draw!" Tristan said, and everyone laughed. All of the chaperones glared at him. "Okay, now lets go!" We all gathered our bags up and walked through the airport terminals. I saw a few shops I would have like to look in but I could tell that would just get me yelled at. Trish and Tristan were talking about something with Jordan but I was still taking everything in. I've never been to the Hartford Airport before (AU dont know the name of their airport so *creative name time*), but it looked very busy with lots of people. "Hello! Earth to Rory!" Tristan said waving his hand in front of my face. "Huh? Who? What?" Tristan, Trish and Jordan all started laughing at my incoheretness. "I don't think I'm that amusing..." "We do..." Trish said. "Hmph! Maybe I'll just put my headphones and ignore you for the rest of the trip." "AH! No...and leave me with these two crack heads? We'll be good...I promise!" Trish begged. "What did you want anyways?" "What seat do you have?" I looked down at the paper the teachers had given me, "Um...row 4, seat A." "I've got row 3, seat B" Jordan told us. "I'm stuck in row 1!!" Trish moaned. "And I'm in row 5, seat A. Looks like I get to kick your seat the whole trip..." Tristan smirked. "Oh joy. I wonder who I'll get stuck next to..." "Whoever it is, everyone will be moving around so it'll probably change. Who knows maybe you'll get stuck next to one of us" Jordan said. "And I'll just be praying that doesnt't happen...as long as I'm not stuck next to a ditz. Ugh...How much farther, this bag is annoying me" I said, tossing my backpack to my other shoulder. "Here.." Tristan said, taking it off my back. "Thanks." "Dam, you really don't know the meaning of packing light do you?" "Ah is it too heavy for the big and mighty Tristan?" "Never...just more then I thought one girl could fit into this thing." "Well my mom probably threw a bunch of stuff in there as well, when I wasn't looking." "Our gates at the end of the hall... we just get on this moving sidewalk and walk not even a minute..." Trish said. "Still too far" I pouted. "There's coffee near the gate..."Tristan said, smiling. "What are we waiting for!! Lets go!!" I said, quickening my step, eager for a cup of coffee. I stepped onto the moving sidewalk but kept walking. Someone grabbed my arm. "Okay moving sidewalk means you get to relax for a bit..." Jordan said, "Not walk twice as fast." "But I want coffee!!!" "You'll live..."Trish whined, mimickng my tone. "What if I don't? Coffee is to me what water is to you...I'll die without it, and from what I've heard about airplane coffee, I need as much as I can get before." "You can take it onto the plane, you know" Tristan said. "Nope, didn't know. Never flown before...unless you count the little charter plane my gradnparents took me on a tour of, but we just flew in circles above Hartford." "You've never flown?" all three of them said in unison. "So? I didn't grow up like you did. I don't have a huge mansion, fancy cars and stuff. We couldn't afford it. WE've been places but we always drive. Plus I think road trips are funner then plane rides, not that I can compare the two..." "Road trips are fun! You can stop whenever you want, and meet interesting people...pluzs you get to pass through all the funny small towns" Trish added. "Small towns are cool!" I said. "And funny. You can't deny that one can you?" Trish asked. "Nope. It's fun though to live there." We got to the end of the moving sidewalk and followed the rest of the group to a huge area with a bunch of chairs. "Okay everyone, sit in this area, we will be boarding any minute" the hyper guy said. Tristan placed our bags down, and I grabbed his hand, dragging him to the Starbucks. "Hmm...I like this you taking charge thing..." "And I like the slapping you in the face thing but I'll be nice." "That one hurt." "No it doesn't. Tristan you are the tough guy you appear to be, so don't say my words hurt you" I said, walking to the counter. "Can I get 2 large coffee's? And Tris?" "Um, a large hot chocolate please." "That's all." The girl hurried to get our drinks, and both of us pulled out our wallets. "No way Tris. I'm paying!" I said, opening it up. "I can.." "I know you can but you've bought me coffee a bunch of times in the last week or two, so today's my turn." "Okay that'll be 6 bucks flat" the server said, and I placed the money on the counter and took the cups. I handed Tristan his hot choclate, and quickly started sipping it. "Thanks Mar---I mean Rory." "You better mean Rory or that drink is going all over you!" "Why can't I call you that? It's a cute little pet-name for you" he fake pouted. "Cause it's not my name. Plus pet-names are usually snookums, and sweetie and other names that make you want to gag yourself." "See that's why Mary's a better one, because then it doesn't make you want to gag." "Oh yes it does...sicne I know WHY that's my nickname" I said, finishing the coffee off and tossing it out. We sat down on two of the chairs, with Trish, Brad and Jordan. "Oh! Rory, you get to sit next to Brad! Aren't you lucky!" Trish said, ending it with sarcasm. "Hey, I'll just sleep the whole way, it'll be just as entertaining" I joked. "Hey sitting RIGHT here. Way to hurt my feelings." "ATTENTION. Boarding on Flight 121 to Orlando, Florida, is now boarding. Any passengers with young children, or if you require assistance please board now. First class passangers may board at their leasure. Thank you for flying American Airlines" the loudspeaker spoke, immidiatly followed by the chaperones gather us by the gate. We waited for the attendents to check our tickets. "Well Rory, you finally get to fly...don't be sick or anything..." Tristan joked, throwing his arm around my shoulders, while the attenden ripped both of our tickets, and we walked along a small corridor to the plane. Tristan went on first, followed by me, then Trish, Jordan, Brad, Carrie, Asia, Chad, and the rest of the group. "Okay miss, you are sitting right there" the attendent said, smiling and pointing. I gave her a smile and went to my seat. I looked at the littleblue bar that told me I was in the window seat. "You going to let me into my seat or not Gilmore?" Brad joked. "Nope you aren't allowed. I need 2 seats to myself" I said, placing my backpack on the ground and sliding into the seat. I opened it up and pulled out my latest book, Roses are Red by James Patterson (Au: its a new book, by the guy that wrote Along Came A Spider & Kiss The Girls and i actually know what happens in it so thats why she's reading it) Brad hadn't sat down, since he was talking to Tristan, who was sitting next to Carrie, the girl that had been flirting with Brad before. I had the feeling they were going to be switching seats. I slid my walkman on and Michelle Branch's voice filled my ears. Her music soothes me while some of the horrors the book has. I slid my bag under the seat in front and started reading...after a few moments a hand slid the headphones of off my head. "You know you aren't supposed to listen to walkmen before we get into the air," Tristan said, sliding into the seat. "And did you know that that is not your seat?" "IT is now" he said flashing me the ticket stub. "Stuck with you for around 2 hours. I have so much joy right now," I said, sipping the coffee I had brought on the plane with me and turning off my walkman. "I know isn't this just going to be so much fun! Now I can call you Mary and you can't run off..." "Maybe I'll sit in the aisle..." "You'd sit there rather then with me? I feel very dissed here...Mary." I hit him with my book. "What are you reading today?" "Roses are Red." "That's a good book...you gotta read Violets are Blue when you are done though." "Yeah, my mom bought me both. And you actually read something?" "Hey I'm not a total lost cause here. Plus I like those types of books. I read it earlier this summer." "No ruining it for me! Promise?" "Promise." "Good...how was your trip by the way?" "It was fun. Everyone else has already left, and my dad is catching a flight in an hour or so." "Cool. Where'd you go anyways?" "Up to this place near New York." "When did you get back?" "Last night, after we dropped everyone off at the airport. They took a red-eye." "Was it nice to see whats her name?" "Yes it was nice to see whats her name. She found my stories about you amusing." "You told her about me?" "Sure why not? We are friends...in a weird sense." "Yep friends in a werid sense." "Hey I could have said friends with benefits" he said raising his eyebrows and I got the hidden meaning. "Get your mind out of the gutter for once!" "Once it's there, it can't come out." "Then I'll get back to my book..." He snatched it out of my hands. "You lose my place you are a dead Tristan!" "Me stealing your book...mmm...isn't this familair." "Except this time Dean's not here..." "And I haven't pissed you off..." "And there is no 'concert'..." We were silent for a second, before Trish appeared. "Hey!! Oohh, you two sitting together! How cute!" I glared at her, and Tristan just laughed. "What?" "Who'd you end up with?" I asked her. "Well at first it was one of the seniors but now its Jordan." "Like him?" "He's a friend." "So?" "I don't know. He's just nice. We're going to have a card game war for most of the trip." "How fun." Trish leaned over and snatched Roses are Red from Tristan's hands who was just watching us converse. "Tristan Dugrey reading? Never seen that one." "It's not mine...I stole it from Ror.." "Yeah cause he's a big meanie." "*Gasp* Is that true Tristan?" Trish joked. "Yep, I'm cruel and heartless. You got me" Tristan said. "Miss Humprey please take your seat since the other passangers are boarding now" one of the chaperones, Miss Mamfred scolded. "See you in Flordia!" she said, before tossing me the book and returning to her seat. "Now it's just you and me for a whole 2 hours!" "But now I have my book! But now I'm sleepy..." "Up all night thinking of me?" "Up all night thinking of sleeping with my crazy mom jumping around like a Mexican jumping bean." "And thinking of me." "My whoile existance revolves around you Tristan" I said sarcastically. "Yep, don't you and I know it... I'll get the steward to bring you a pillow when she comes by." "Thanks." "Till then you can lean on me if you want?" I leaned over the small thing dividing us and put my head against his chest. He slid his arm over so I fit just right. If I wasn't so tired, I would have enjoyed the moment but I was exhausted. I closed my eyes and drifted to a wonderful abiss.... !*!*!*!*!! "I hate landing, i hate landing, i hate landing" I said aloud and Tristan laughed. "You know saying it aloud doesn't make it any better..." "Shut up!" "And she gets bitchy when she's fearful!" I continued my I hate landing. "Here, take my hand and squeeze if you are scared. Now lean back and just relax..." Tristan said, and I followed his instructions. "At least I was asleep during takeoff..." "Yes, and your drooling onto my shirt, really helped me deal with it." "I did not drool!" "See...there just don't think about the landing and you will be fine." I squeezed his hand tight as the plane neared the ground. I had awoken after about an hour after we had taken off and Tristan and I had juts played little games and talked till the plane started its descent, and a wave of nauseness hit me. "This not thinking about it just makes me think about it more!" "Okay Rory. Breathe. Nothing is going to happen" he said in a soothing voice. I breathed deeply and leaned over, placing my forehead on the thin bit of padding. "Okay...don't freak out but in like a few seconds, the place is going to shake alot because we're touching down but then we're here!" The plane hit the ground and I was jerked back into my seat, still clutching Tristan's hand. My ears had popped slightly but then it was fine. "See? You survived!" he joked. "You keep going on like that then you won't survive getting off of thise plane." "Right now I'm going to have to work on getting the feeling back in my legs. More leg room up here my ass..." Tristan said, readjusting in his seat. I let out a deep breath I had been holding and relaxed. "Just 1 more time and you'll be good..." "WHAT?" "We do have to fly back you know?" I groaned. "It's not that bad...we get the same seat assignments on the way back!" I hit him with the folder the teachers had given us earlier. We had already poured over it. I was rooming with Trish and our room was going to be attached to Carrie and Asia's. The girls were going to be on one side of the hall with the guys on the other, and the chaperones on the edges of the rooms. "Rory, get up...we're getting off the plane now" Tristan said, opening the cabin above him to grab his bag. "Sorry...just spaced for a minute." "Grab your stuff..." I stood up and took my bag and slid my way into Tristan. THe aisles were crowded and finally it started inching forward. "I can't wait to get off of this thing...I need real air!" I complained to Tristan's back. "What the plastic stuff doesn't work for ya?" "Just move it..." I said, pushing against his back. "Hey Ror, sorry you got stuck with him the whole ride" Brad said from behind me. "Oh yeah you owe me now! I think I need therapy." "It couldn't have been that bad..." "How would she know? She was asleep for half of it" Tristan said. I said a quiet thank you to the stewardness and we got off of the plane, and started walking down a small corridor. "Why do we have to go out to dinner tonight as a group...it sucks!" Carrie whined. "Maybe cause not everyone's intereseted int spending 3 hours on their makeup?" I said quietly. Tristan covered up a laugh while Carrie just tilted her head in confusion. "I just want to get to the hotel..."Tristan said. "Same here...I just want to take a long bath..." "Want company?" Tristan said, raising his eyebrows. "You need major help...and no I would not like some company. I'm sure you can go off and find someone else that would like to join you for a bubble bath..." "And you don't want to Mary? I feel very alone now." "We aren't on the plane any more! You can't call me Mary or I'll call you...Triscuit." "Hehe like the cracker!" Brad and Carrie said together. "Wow..." was all I was able to get out. We reached the end of the tunnel and were met by hyper guy. "OKAY KIDS!! All gather over here, and we'll go meet the cars...the luggage will be delivered to the hotel so don't worry!" I slid my bag off my shoulder and nudged it with my foot under a chair. Trish & Jordan came over. "Hey! So Tristan didn't kill you huh?" "NOpe..I came THISCLOSE to killing him though" I said holding my thumb and pointer finger less than a millimeter apart. "Why didn't you?" she joked. "Because if she did she'd have no one's hand to neary rip off during landing" Tristan said, slipping in between us and sitting down. "Can you guess why my bags under that chair" I asked, raising my eyebrows. "Cause if you can't be under me..." "DON"T FINISH THAT!" "Fine, you can think of the rest..." "Maybe because I was going to sit there." "Who says you can't?" he said. "Siting on your lap? No thanks..." "You just keep swinging them at me don't you?" "You deserve it" I said, sitting on the seat next to him, and leaning way back, and stretching my legs out as far as I could. He mimicked my position and his feet ended up a lot farther away then mine did. "You nearly kill Jordan?" I asked Trish, yawning. "Well I DID kill him in cards..." "No way. I woul dhave won so many more times if you wouldn't have 'accidently' dropped your cards on the ground" Jordan interrupted her. "So? It's not my fault I'm a klutz." "Maybe you should have been more of a klutz Jordan. Then you would have won..." I added. "Oh no...here comes our annoying head chaperone" Tristan said, groaning. Right after Mr. jackson started into his whole great flight speech. "We have 2 vans waiting, so follow me!" he ended. "THat means I have to get up..." I groaned. "Oh come one yah big baby!" Tristan said, reaching his hand out. I grabbed it and pulled myself up. Tristan pulled my bag out from under the chair and carried it. Trish and I walked behind Tristan, Chad, & Jordan who were all talking about some sporting event or another. "At least we are rooming together, cause Carrie & Asia are pretty nice but they can be a little to..." "Ditzy?" "Yeah." "Our room is attached to there's though." "So? If our rooms have the 2 doors dividing all we have to do is close it." "Oh yeah, they'd probably gush about your new hair" I said, touching it. "I love it though. I got it done awhile ago but I changed it back to normal. Thought it'd be good for the trip since its a little easier to take care of." "Yeah my hair is never changing from this. I like it this way, it stays this way." "Afraid of a little change??" "No crap!" We finally reached some doors and walked outside. The heat hit me like a wave. "Holy crap its hot!" "It is Florida" Trish said laughing. I took a deep breath and relaxed. The sky was such a beautiful blue, and the sun was still shining brightly. "How many times have you been here?" I asked her, as we waited behind the guys to get onto one of the vans. "A lot..we usually come at least once a year, and I have relatives down in Miami, so a lot." "Lucky. I've never been down here. I drove to California once to visit my dad, and that's the only warm weathered place I've been." I stepped into the bus and slid across to the middle of the middle seat, next to Tristan. "Oh no. Not again..." I complained. "Hate to say it but we're going to be stuck together alot this trip so better get used to me." "Get used to you? Never" I said, as Trish crammed in next to me. "Ah, and here I thought you loved me" he said, throwing his arm around my shoulders. "Ahh...stop being so lovey-dovey up there" Chad joked hitting Tristan in the back. "Hey if you had any lovey-dovey action you wouldn't care." "True. That's half the reason I'm here...Orlando Florida look out!" "Yeah run as fast as possible" Jordan joked. "Hey I'm not that bad...I get more action then you do!" Chad shot back. "Oh yeah?" "Hey chill you two...you both get less action then I do!" Tristan said. "Oh shut up!" they said in unison. Our driver got in and Mr. Hill, another chaperone. "We now have 3 vans so we don't have to cram everyone in" Mr. Hill said. Carrie, Jordan, Chad were in the seat behind us, and in the seat in front of us was 3 seniors. "We'll be at the hotel in half an hour...WELCOME TO ORLANDO!" Mr. Hill yelled as we pulled out of the airport. |