Hello everyone! I'm sorry it took so long to get this chapter up. Shortly after I posted the last chapter the backlight on my computer broke, so I couldn't see a thing on the screen! Grr! I swear whenever I start writing, something always happens! It's like the world is out to get me and my stories! (T^T) Boo. Oh well. Lets move onto special thanks!
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Let Go
Chapter Three
Some Opportunity's Only Come Once
XoXoX
I had officially concluded that I hate traveling more than anything else in the world right now.
No, seriously. The last 18 hours of my life were pure misery. With getting up at 5 AM to haul all of my crap to the car, and then driving for an hour to the air-port, where my mom endlessly badgered me about random things, such as if I remembered my passport [Really?] And being stuck in the security line for what felt like forever where I'm pretty sure the woman there was convinced I was going to try bombing the place as she kept throwing me suspicious glances through the whole process. When she was sure I didn't have any hidden weapons or anything I would be able to use as, or make a weapon with, she finally sent me through. But not before giving me the "I'm watching you" sign.
With a start like that, I should've known already that my trip wasn't going to be easy, breezy, beautiful [Damn Cover-Girl] And I ended up almost losing my small blue backpack on the first plane, where I was stuck next to a crazy germaphobe who had to wipe down anything and everything within three feet, including spraying me with Lysol while I was trying to take a nap. [Trust me, breathing in Lysol is not a very enjoyable experience]
So of course after being doused with disinfectant spray like holy water, I was desperately praying by the next plane ride that I was seated next to a young, hot single guy. But reality was cruel, and instead of the attractive boy I imagine in my mind, I got a wrinkly old lady that didn't look all too friendly. And whenever she would fall asleep, I would randomly look over and be struck with a sudden fear that she just died in her seat. And naturally when I would start poking and prying at her to see if she was still living, she would awake and attack me with the nearest object, stating that I was trying to steal her purse.
Oh, why couldn't I have been stuck next to a hot guy, whom, of course, I would be forced to talk to and get to know over the next few hours, and possibly become their future girlfriend?
I guess I just wanted too much….
And so here I am now. Standing in the middle of an air-port in Germany, my tired eyes glancing back and forth across the crowded area, searching for my aunt. It had been so long since I had last seen her in the flesh, I had no idea how I would identify her amongst all these people. I guess I would have to run around this freakin' place trying to find her, all while dead tired with an empty stomach.
And that's when I suddenly spotted a bright red color in the distance, between people scrambling from one side of the air-port to the other. It was the color of red poppy flowers, but instead of it being flowers, it was somebody's hair. Last years Christmas photo from my Aunt then flashed through my mind, and I remember that her [adopted] daughter had the same short, choppy red hair. Which she pulled off surprisingly well. I began to make my way closer to this person, and once I was within distance to distinguish this persons features I realized that it really was my cousin, Saphire. And that's when I noticed my Aunt was standing next to her, looking at her wrist-watch before scanning the crowed, probably searching for me.
Well, that was unexpectedly easy…
I continued towards them, speeding up my pace, almost jogging to them before stopping in front of my aunt,
"Hi, Aunt Jessie," I greeted with a smile and a large grin spread across her face.
"Oh, Victoria! I'm so happy to see you!" She exclaimed and gave me a tight hug, "You've changed so much since the last time I saw you!"
"Yeah, well it has been over four years," I pointed out, even though she knew that fact very well.
"Time really does fly, huh?" She commented. That's when we noticed the sound of someone clearing their throat loudly, and turned to look at my cousin, who was leaning against the wall with her arms crossed, a pair of skull-candy headphones loosely slung around her neck, emitting the faint sound of music.
"Oh, this is my daughter, Saphire. I'm sure you have heard of her before," She said, motioning towards the red-haired girl. I nodded my head.
"Yeah, I have," I then looked over to her, "It's nice to finally meet you. I'm Victoria," I introduced myself politely and her dark blue eyes squinted slightly as a smile pulled at her lips,
"Well hey! I'm Saphire… Obviously. It's good to meet you too! 'Cause that means I can finally leave this air-port!" She then turned to her mom, "Right? Yes? Maybe? PLEASE!" She suddenly whaled out the last part, begging. I tried to suppress a laugh at the desperate look on her face.
My Aunt just rolled her eyes before replying, "Yes, yes, of course! Now be quite!" She demanded, giving her an annoyed look. Saphire then grinned,
"Yes! I'm free! Lets go!" She said happily and started skipping away. I stared for a moment before shaking my head. I could tell that girl was the hyper type. And I didn't know if that was a good or bad thing yet…
With my back pack slung around my shoulder, I grabbed my two luggage cases and pulled them along as I fallowed after Saphire and Aunt Jessie. We traveled towards the exit of the building and the automatic doors slid open as we approached them. We made it outside and were now standing in the drop-off lane. I quickly checked to see if there was a car coming before crossing to the other side, where the parking garage was. Saphire and my Aunt led the way as we wondered around inside the garage and thankfully it was only about a minute before we came up to a Silver Impala LS, And my aunt pulled out a pair of keys, unlocking it. Now, Normally I thought impala's were ugly. But this one had a spoiler on the back, which somehow made it look way better. Which was weird…
I came back to reality as the trunk was popped open, and I lifted it up only to stare wide eyed at it.
"Uh, how am I supposed to fit my bags in here?" I asked slowly, looking back up at them.
"Oops," Saphire commented, walking around to the back and looking inside, " I guess someone
should've cleaned out the trunk before we came…" She said, looking a bit sheepish.
"Saphire! I told you to clean it out! Remember?" My Aunt Jessie spoke in an annoyed tone, shooting her a scolding look.
"You never said such a thing!" She retorted, quickly grabbing one of my bags and dragging it around the car, "But it doesn't matter, I'll fix this!" She then threw open the door and practically hurled my bag inside the backseat.
"See? I'll just put them here!"
"Uhg, I have a bad feeling about this…" My Aunt replied, rubbing her temples.
Five Minutes Later…
"This is just sad…" I said slowly. My bags were now stacked on top of each other on the other side of the car, creating a tower of luggage that I suspected would come crashing down any second. All the while, me and Saphire were helplessly squished on the other side.
"I'm scared," Saphire whispered while eying the bag at the top, wobbling and shaking as Aunt Jessie drove the car. I stared at it with wide eyes for a moment, imagining everything tumbling down and trapping us underneath it.
"Me too.." I replied. We ended up spending the entire car ride glaring down the tower of death that was my luggage, occasionally having to reach out and hold it in it's place to prevent it all from falling over when Aunt Jessie would make a turn. And finally after a half an hour of this torture, we arrived at the house and I sighed in relief, knowing that I was now safe from an avalanche of bags. And that's when Aunt Jessie got out of the car, slamming the door… Resulting in all of my bags crashing down on me and Saphire.
"AAAH!" We both yelled in unison, being buried beneath.
"EVIL! YOU'RE SO EVIL, MOM!" Saphire screamed and my Aunt began to cackle menacingly. And it was in that moment when I began to wonder just what I had gotten myself into….
XoXoX
I was now standing in the driveway with one of my bags, looking in every direction, curious of my new surroundings. It looked good. The yard was big, and had two large tree's. The grass was a dark green and scattered across the lawn was the occasional dandelion or patch of tiny white flowers. There was also bushes in front of the house that had sprouted some sort of pastel yellow flower.
The house itself was also nice. It was a white two-story with navy blue shutters and it also had a garage and a big porch. I noticed Saphire and Aunt Jessie walking up to the house and quickly fallowed behind. I carried my bag up the steps and Aunt Jessie un-locked the door before swinging it open. We all walked inside, Me somewhat stumbling inside as I lifted my bag so I could go through the door way. I then used my foot to push shut the door and set my bag down.
"Okay, well this is it. Saphire, why don't you go show Victoria where she will be sleeping?" Aunt Jessie asked, looking at Saphire. Saphire nodded and replied with a quick "okay" before turning to me,
"Well C'mon! It's right upstairs," She said and turned around, walking out of the room. I picked up my bag and fallowed her to the stairs and went up them. She then opened the door, stepping aside so I could see in.
"Sorry, but we're actually gonna have to share a room. That's ok, right?" She asked, A questioning look plastered on her face.
"Yeah, no problem!" I then looked inside and saw that the room wouldn't be bad at all to share. It was a pretty decent size, and had two windows in the middle facing the front yard with zebra print curtains. In front of the windows was a black desk covered with random items. There was a bed on each side of the room. The one on the left wall was black and had zebra print blankets and was covered in plushies and pillows. The one on the right side was also black, but had black and dark red leopard print blankets and two black pillows.
There was also a stand with a stereo and a CD rack next to it, a black dresser with a mirror, and a door leading to a closet. The walls were painted purple, and scattered around the surface were posters of bands, singers, and movies. I was able to recognize most of them, but there were a few I had never seen before.
"Soo," Saphire dragged out, "I'll just be going downstairs now. Go ahead and make yourself at home," I nodded in response and she smiled before turning to leave so that I could put my stuff away. I figured the first thing to do would be to put my clothes up. So I walked to the closet and opened the door. I was happy to see that there was already some space cleared out for me and so I laid my suit case down and unzipped it, beginning to unpack my clothes and put them away.
About a half an hour later, and I had my clothes in their rightful place and some of my little knickknacks I just couldn't bare to part with put up. I was in the process of emptying out my back pack when I saw a book in it. It was actually my old journal from when I was younger. It was the one that I found the picture of me, Bill, Tom, Georg, And Gustav in. I had packed the journal and picture with me, since I was planning on reading it later. I thought it would be cool to take a trip down memory lane.
I sighed. I really missed them, and the things we used to do. It was probably stupid to come back to Germany. I mean, what was I expecting? How was I going to find four specific people with absolutely no lead on where they are? But still, I wonder what they are doing right now. If they're still a band, or if they even stayed friends… And if I would ever see them again.
Well whatever. I have no idea what will happen here, who I'll meet, or if I'll find my old friends. All I know is I finally have the chance to see them again. And I sure as heck wasn't going to let that chance go without a fight.
End Chapter Three
Haha Did that ending suck or what? Lol sorry guys. I'm just so terrible at ending chapters. I always feel like it's so abrupt and random or something. But maybe that's just me? O.o
Anyway, I know it's still boring! But the story should really start picking up around the 5th chapter. Soo look forward to that! :D
Well, I guess that's all for now. Thanks to whoever read this for… reading it! And please remember to comment! So bye! Hopefully I can get the next chapter up soon!
Okay, this last part is for Kaulitz996, so everyone else can just skip this and… go I guess. LOL. Anyway, OMG! Guurl! It's been soo long since I talked to you! I MISSED YOU TOOO! ;_; *Glomps back* Uhg! My facebook got deleted, and after that I couldn't find you on FB again. So I couldn't talk to you! *cries* If you're still using FB, you should go to my profile on here and click the link to my FB and add me so we can talk again! :D
Anyway, I got to go now. So Byee!