A/N: Next chapter, hope you enjoy! Also, as another story, I was thinking about writing a prequel to this story. Like them in High School. Anyways, tell me what you think!
"Please be seated and buckle in as we prepare to descend." The stewardess addressed. I seat belted myself to the chair and folded up the tray. I glanced over to Chris to see him with his head back staring into the ceiling of the plane, fingers tapping on his jeans. Looking closer at his hands, I recognized the pattern. It's always the same.
"Why do you always do that?" I asked bluntly.
"Do what?" He responded without changing position.
"You know, whenever you're nervous, you always tap your fingers in the same pattern."
"Oh, that." His hand stopped.
"It's okay, Chris, if you don't want to tell me, it's fine." I popped a piece of '5' gum into my mouth and folded my arms under my chest. I felt the plane starting to descend and quickly glanced at Chris. His hand was at it again. I took hold of the one closet to me and grasped it. "We're going to be fine."
"Just in case," He lifted his head off the back of the chair, and planted a kiss on my forehead. "I love you."
"Love you too." As I finished, I felt a bump and rattle telling me we had landed. The plane slowed to a stop when I finally spoke again. "Told you."
"You've been telling me a lot of things lately, which one?" I rolled my eyes at his comment and unbuckled myself, stood up and grabbed my carry-on.
"Come on, we've got a whole new city to navigate."
"Have I ever mentioned how much I hate traveling?"
"Pretty sure," I strapped my backpack on and, while holding his hand, walked off into the airport.
"Let's go get our bags." Chris directed.
"Which is, where?" I spun around landing in a completely different atmosphere that I was earlier this day.
"The sign says to go this way." He pointed.
"You read Shanghainese? How am I not surprised?" I nodded my head. "You lead the way."
"One of Leo's genes I was lucky enough to get."
"Stupid Whitelighters," I cussed.
"Aren't you part-"
"Oh, shut up" I smiled and rested my head on his shoulder. I felt his arm come around my waist as we began to trek through the Shanghai airport. "We also need to trade in our money, so if you see it, holler."
"You stay here, I'll be right back. I'm going to go get our bags, I see them." He sprinted off, leaving me in the middle of rush hour. I kind of scrunched up to avoid being run into, and when I opened my eyes back up, I saw him with the stuff.
"Hey, superman, how the hell did you get through the crowd? It's like a traffic jam of people," I said as I grabbed the closest bag. "Come on, let's get out of this mess."
"Fine by me," he said blocking a group of People to People delegations. We finally made it to a not crowded area. Chris sat down on a bench. I joined him. He ran his fingers through his hair.
"Hey, is everything alright?" I turned to be face to face. He gave me a weak smile.
"Jet lag."
"Liar." I laughed and rolled my eyes. "Let's get moving. We need to check into our hotel in like five minutes."
"Do I have to ask permission, or are we taking a cab?"
"Shut it and start orbing." My hand grasped his and I felt the process beginning. Feeling nausea, I shut my eyes, and when I opened them, we were standing in the hotel lobby. "Thanks."
"No problem, we could have gotten here yesterday if you'd let me."
"Planes are so cool though, that would ruin it."
"Of course it would." He moaned.
"Geez, like seriously, you've been acting extra grumpy today, you sure you're okay?"
"Yes, and if it's bugging you, and I know it is, Für Elise."
"Huh?" I am like extremely confused right now.
"I'll show you once we get to our room."
"Show me what?" I asked desperately dragging the suitcase to the front desk.
"What I do when I'm nervous."
"I still don't get it."
"You're acting stupid today, you sure you're okay?" He asked using sarcasm.
"Uh! I am offended," I joked back. "And I'm not the one acting cryptic,"
"Whatever," He turned to face the lady at the check in counter and said some stuff in Chinese, which I did not understand. He faced me again with two keys.
"I am epically jealous of your natural ability to speak foreign languages right now."
"I know," He slid the key in the elevator door and it opened. We waited, with some pretty cool elevator music.
"Um, what room are we?"
"1622," He read. The doors opened only showing one door.
"You sure you clicked the right button?" I walked into the foyer area of the floor, and put my bag down on the fancy table. "There's only one room,"
"Exactly," He looked at me. "This is our vacation, did you want me to sleep in a different room?"
"Wait, we have the entire floor?" I chocked out. "Oh my god, that's, wow."
"Surprise." He smiled and brought me into a hug. My smile then shifted.
"Um, this is really awesome and like the coolest thing ever, but how did we pay for it?"
"Past lottery numbers come in handy when going back in time." He took out the tickets.
"Chris! This could change the whole world for all we know."
"So? Isn't that why we're here? To change the world?"
"You're certainly seeing this in a new light."
"Just don't tell the girls, promise?"
"Lips are sealed." I walked near the door.
"So? Come on, don't you want to see it?"
"I'm coming!" He looked back at me and turned the handle.
"Oh, hurry up," I pushed open the door revealing a huge penthouse. "Woah."
"Wow," We both stood in the door admiring what we were going to be practically living in for a while. I shut the door behind us once we made our way to the living room area. I noticed a grand piano. It was beautiful. It was the purest white color. I turned my view to most of the room. If anything, it looked like we were in a palace. Gold crowning on the pale blue walls, and elaborate carpeting were the final touches. I headed to the bathroom to go freshen up. I came out and found Chris sitting on the piano stool.
"Hey, what's up?" I walked over and sat on the pink couch, putting my cell phone on the glass coffee table. Not answering my question, I looked at him closer. His fingers were moving on his leg. He took a deep breath and placed his hand on the keys. I listened as they began to play in the pattern I've become so familiar with. "You play the piano? All this time, I never knew."
"That's because I don't." He stopped and spun to face me.
"Chris, I just heard you play beautifully, and you're telling me you don't play?" He came over and sat down on the couch.
"I used to watch Melinda practice for hours from the staircase after my mom died. It seemed to be the only thing that kept her going. This one was Piper's favorite. I must have listened to it thousands of times."
"You miss her a lot, don't you?"
"Who? Melinda?"
"Chris, it's okay to show emotion once in a while."
"She's been gone 5 years today. Seven, if you count the two years I didn't talk to her." I swear I saw a tear almost fall. He blinked it away. "If only I'd known that at that moment,"
"Chris, she loved you more than the stars, you can't blame yourself."
"I spent the last two years of her life moping around the house feeling sorry for myself. She was only 13. I should have been there for her."
"Stop beating yourself up about it, Chris. I won't hear it. It wasn't your fault."
"God, that was just a morbid time in my life. Only a couple years after that Wyatt went insane. I don't remember one good thing that happened."
"I met you." I smiled sweetly, leaning on his shoulder.
"You saved me." He pulled me tighter, kissing my forehead.
"I have an idea." I pulled away, standing up.