DISCLAIMER: I am NOT Meg Cabot. I do not own the charecters (except for the unknowns). The plot, however, is all mine.
Hello! (hello... hello...) Hehe. Honey moon time. I'm debating on adding a ghost, or just having pure S/J fluff. You tell me what you want.
This takes place in Honolulu, where I lived for 4 years, so I figured it would be a good location for me to write. Escpecially since I know all the main tourist attractions and crap.
I would like to thank all my wonderful reviewers for Going to the Chapel. Ya'll are freakin awesome.
Here's chappy one!
Jesse's POV:
"Um... Jesse... My hand is getting cold..." Susannah said. "Loosen the grip."
I lossened my hand in hers. "Sorry." I said.
"It's ok. I thought you said you weren't scared of going on the plane..." She said. I have no idea why I was trying to be brave before. This is terrifying. And to think that people take flights monthy for they're job.
"I thought I wasn't, but I wasn't actually on the plane then. When they said'Turbulance' I lost it." I said, taking in deep breaths as I stared at the horrid pattern on the seat in front of me.
Susannah's hand stroked mine, giving me much needed comfort. It turned to face her, placing that hand on her soft cheek. Time passed as our eyes met. Her emerald eyes never left mine as she kissed my palm.
"Just relax, Jesse. Were going to be in Hawaii in, like, 30 minutes. Then we can get off this thing. Alright?" Susannah said, a small smile on her lips. She looks so beautiful like that. I love her smile.
"OK, Querida." (A/N I would like to say that on my Spanish exam, Querida was on it:-D) I told her, pulling her lips to mine for a quick kiss.
Eventually, we did get off the plane. We actually arrived inHonolulu10 minutes earlier than planned. It was a fairly short taxi drive to Wakiki Beach, where the hotel was.
"See that hotel over there with the rainbow painted on the side?" I asked Susannah, pointing to the building. (A/N I forgot the name of the hotel. I think it's a hilton, but don't quote me on that.)
"Yeah. Is that where we're staying?" She said.
"Yes it is." I told her, nodding, as I took her hand in mine, stroking the wedding ring with my thumb. It was still hard to believe that we had actually gotten married. I never thought the day would come when somebody called Susannah Mrs. de Silva.
She cuddled up against my chest where I immediatly kissed her hair. It was almost instinctive by now. Everything about her I love. The scent of her hair. Her smile. But most of all her eyes. They were so incredibly easy to lose myself in.
"Were here." The driver said. We got out, paid him, and went to the front desk to get our key.
With no line, we got to the desk quickly. "Hi. I had a reservation under de Silva." I told the man, handing him my debit card. I still havn't gotten used to the idea of cards and such. I mean, why would you put your entire bank account on one single card that could be stolen so easily?
After all of the buisness was taken care of, a bellboy led us to our room. He had all of our bags on one of those weird cart things. Once we got to the door, he took the card key thing (which is another thing I don't get. What happened to regular keys?) and opened the door.
Once we stepped in, we just looked around the suitein awe as the bell boy took our bags off the cart. He left, after I paid him.
"Wow..." Susannah said, walking around the suite, I mean, apartment. The place was huge! We had a living room, a kitchen, and a large bathroom.
"This is insane!" she said, heading towards the balcony to see the view. "Oh my God, Jesse. Come out here! We have an ocean view. It's incredible!"
Yeah, yeah, yeah... lame ending. But I wanted to save the rest for the next chappy, which will be they're first time. In my opinion, this chapter was mostly crappy. I'm not too good with Jesse's POV, but I couldn't resist.
Please review, even if this is kinda off tolame-o start. I swear thenext chappy will be better:-D. Much better... hehe...
