Obviously I told Evanna everything as soon as we were alone. When I finished she stared at me dumbfounded.

"Can I go and take my turn on the hurt Colin chain?" She asked half jokingly. Well I hoped she was joking. I laughed.
"But your going to New York!" She cheered. "When?!"

I grinned. "Two weeks."

Evanna brought me into a hug. When she released she had more of a serious face.

"You going to visit your dad?" She asked. I haven't even thought of that. My dad worked in New York City. He was not the greatest father growing up. First off, he left my mom. Who then raised me, and as I got older I realized that she hated him. And I understood the qualities of why she did. He was over logical. Everything had to make sense. I had to have a game plan for everything. Now I also love my dad. We have had some great memories with him as a kid. We would sometimes do really wacky nerdy things. Other times...we did not. The main argument that I had against him was that he always could've had worse. With the divorce we could've went out and got drunk and high every weekend. But we didn't. The worse we did was running out in the rain barefoot. We got grounded for doing that, my siblings and I. It wasn't logical. But sometimes his logic didn't make sense. He also never really approved of Starkid when I told him about it. I thought about this long and hard.

"I mean I guess so. I haven't seen him since...pshh graduation? I might as well right?" Evanna shrugged. She didn't know the answer more than I did. I had to visit him. It was the right thing to do.

Two weeks rolled by quickly. I worked extra hours so I could earn a bit more money on my own. Joe already paid for the plane and the hotel room I want to contribute a little. Security was mostly easy. It was an airport so it was never easy but there were no problems. We waited at our gate for a long time

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"You nervous?" Joe joked as I bit my thumbnail and bounced my foot.

"Can you tell?" My face dropped. I didn't want to be nervous.

"I haven't been on a plane since...I don't even remember." I thought really hard when was the last time I was on a plane. Apparently I was doing this longer than I should've.

"Alright don't strain yourself kid." Joe patted my back.

"When are we meeting him?" I asked. Joe knew exactly who "he" was.

"Tomorrow." Joe answered. He also made sure I was the only one who talked on the phone with him. Finally our gate was called. It was just how I remembered it; whenever that was. We sat on the left side were there were only two seats. I took the one in the aisle. There was a tablet like thing on the front of the seat where you could watch movies and play games. That entertained me for about three hours of the plane ride. I took a two and a half hour nap on Joe's shoulder, then when I woke up I played more games. Joe laughed at the sound of my childish giggling every time I won. Forty minutes later I was in the JFK airport. We had a taxi take us to the hotel because we didn't feel like we would be driving much.

The hotel room was beautiful. There was a large window revealing the city, we weren't far from Time Square. It also wasn't far from my dad's office where we would be meeting him tomorrow. It was a 5-8 minute walk according to google maps. The walls were mostly cream with a designed border around the center. The carpet was a dark blue and had one bed and one bathroom. I dropped my bags and sprinted to the window. I spent a lot of time in New York during my childhood with my dad but I hadn't been here in at least 6 years. I forgot how much I missed it.

"Ready to explore?!" I beamed, taking joes wrist and dragging him down to the busy New York streets.

"First stop: Time Square."

The city was beautiful at sunset. Joe and I ran around just looking at stuff. I never really spent awhile in Time Square. We usually just walked right through it cause my dad saw it a million times. I could sit in the middle of the street and stare for hours. Unfortunately, if I did that I would get hit by a car. We took pictures and awesomely enough some people came up to Joe and recognized him. I loved how he interacted with fans. It was nice. I even offered to take pictures of them. We stayed at the hotel for dinner and explored there. The second best part of vacations was to explore hotels.

There was a game room, a pool, an activities hall, and a gym. We decided to go for a late night swim. I had bought a new bathing suit just for this occasion. It had the London flag on it and was strapless. I just liked how it fit on me and it was something different. Well something to knock Joe's socks off. I threw on a large T-shirt before we headed to the pool. Because it was so late no one was there it was swim at your own risk. I took off my shirt before heading in. Joe's mouth was wide open, but slowly turned into a wide smiling.

"What are you wearing?" He beamed. I pretended nothing was different.

"A bathing suit." I responded simply.

"I've never seen this one before." He still smiled.

"Oh cause it's new." I giggled. He shook his head and dove into the pool, taking me with him. I let out a yelp before hitting the water.

"You suck." I said when we came up for air.

"That's not fair you know I'm self conscious about that!" He exclaimed. I stuck my tongue out at him. Joe just stared at me. He's seen me wear a bathing suit before I guess it was never this revealing. He was eating it up. I laughed evily in my head. He swam closer. I had to wrap my legs around his hips for support. I wasn't the greatest stand still swimmer I always had to be held to something. Joe was doing fine. It was almost quiet, you could faintly hear the radio they had playing 24/7. I just kept smiling. I moved my arms around in the water making the water swirl. A moment later Joe's lips were upon mine, softly at first but then more passionately. My hands running through his wet hair. We did that for a while, absorbed in each other, until we forgot we were swimming and fell into the water. Our legs unraveled but if it wasn't for the need to breath we would've still been down there.

Since we arrived at the city in the late afternoon but with jet lag it felt hours earlier. At midnight we finally forced ourselves to go to bed. I got into PJs which consisted of a T-shirt and shorts. Joe's consisted of a T-shirt and boxers. I was nervous at first but the bed was large enough so nothing was really awkward. The next morning we got up at two. It felt like eleven. We weren't meeting my dad until dinner so we decided to go the game room.

We played Fooseball where I lost, darts where I also lost, and one of the arcade games where you have the guns. I beat the crap out of Joe on that one. We left in just enough time to get a shower since we didn't really wash off the pool water from the night before. I was first and when I was done cleansing I had to walk out in only my towel. Joe sat on the bed raising his eyebrows repeatedly.

"Get out of here." I laughed and shoved him on the bed. He smirked at me before he disappeared into the shower. I wanted to impress my dad so I took out a yellow mini dress with a black elastic belt I got at Forever 21 for $12.00. I put on my turtle ring, Avengers necklace, golden snitch earrings and black high top converse I was good to go. For makeup I simply just put on some coverup, gray liquid eyeliner, mascara and a pink lipstick. By the time I was done all that Joe stepped out of the shower.

"Whoa." Was his first reaction. "How long was I in the shower?"

"Ten minutes." I responded, double checking my face in the mirror. "I'm that good." I winked, grinning. Then I remembered he was standing there in a towel.

"I'll wait outside." I said quickly and left the room. I decided to get some candy and come back. Joe would at least have pants on...I hoped.