chapter two:
I woke to Mitch tapping me on the shoulder. My head was on his own shoulder, too.
"We boarding?" I asked groggily.
"Yeah," he said, removing the arm that he had apparently wrapped around me. I blushed and he smirked.
I stood up, grabbing my Chai and bag from under the chair. I finished my Chai quickly, tossed the cup in the trash and slung my bag over my shoulders. Apparently Mitch had already disposed of his Chai, so he just snatched up his bag and followed me to the gate.
"Last call for Flight 102 to Ft. Laudersdale, Florida, first class boarding now," the staff called out.
We showed him our tickets, which had already been ripped by the previous Montreal flight attendant a few hours ago, and he waved us onto the plane.
We returned to our previous seats, me claiming the window seat automatically and Mitch laughing.
I plopped my bag down at my feet, buckled my seat belt and stared out the window as we took off. My tiredness apparently catching up to me, I was out within ten minutes.
I woke by myself this time, when the plane dropped a couple hundred feet.
"Please return to your seats, we apologize for any turbulence," the captain said over the intercom.
"TURBULENCE!" Mitch yelled, making half the cabin laugh. I chuckled a bit, though I noticed Mitch's knuckles were turning white as he gripped the arm rest.
"It'll be fine," I said sincerely, putting my hand over Mitch's. He laughed uneasily and put his other hand on top of mine. It became a battle for top hand and we ended up stacking our hands as far as our arms could reach. I laughed and looked down, my nose brushing Mitch's.
We both stayed frozen for a moment before he closed his eyes and leaned in. My instincts took over and I closed my eyes too, leaning in to meet his soft lips.
It was short and sweet, but still felt full of meaning. I felt a fire start in my chest and I smiled as we broke away.
Cheers echoed around the cabin and I laughed a bit.
"Aw, cute," the intercom said and I blushed deeply.
Mitch smiled a bit, cheeks bright red, and grabbed my hand. I rested my head on his shoulder, and he put his head on my head. I fell asleep again, within moments.
"Excuse me, sir," I woke to a flight attendant tapping Mitch on the shoulder. He was snoring, still out cold on my head.
"Yes?" I answered, even though the speech had not been directed at me.
"We've landed," she said before smiling and walking away.
I shook, poked and prodded Mitch to no avail. Finally, I pecked him on the top of the head and he shot up.
"Yes?" he grinned.
"You were awake the whole time weren't you?" I chuckled.
"Yeah, now lezzgo!" I laughed as he unbuckled, grabbed his backpack and rose out of his seat. I snatched my bag, undid my seat belt and followed him off the plane.
We got to baggage claim and I patiently waited for my bag to come around. After twenty minutes and no bag, I let out a sigh.
"Come on AirCanada! I will sue you if you lost my bag!" I groaned.
"Is that it?" Mitch pointed to a grey and red computer bag.
"Yah..." I snatched it up and speed-walked out of the airport doors.
"FINALLY!" I breathed in the smell of fresh air and dropped to my knees.
I felt hands under my arms and suddenly I was up in the air. I squealed as Mitch ran to the nearest cab. The cab driver, a middle aged man, laughed as I yelped when Mitch gently set me in the back seat.
I straightened myself up, put my bags on the floor and buckled in. Mitch did the same, and then turned to the driver and said the address of the hotel. I leaned back and Mitch sneakily put an arm around me as we embarked on the one hour drive to the hotel.
Mitch paid the driver, which I felt bad about, and we both exited the yellow viechle.
Trotting up the steps to the fancy Clarion hotel, the revolving doors opened as we stepped through them.
"Kaley Daniels, checking in," I said to the clerk.
"Ah, yes, pre-paid for three nights, room 606, one meal included with your payment," she said briskly, "ID please?"
I showed her my ID and she gave me a room key.
"Seeya Mitch," I said, giving him a hug. He was warm and smelled like...traditional cologne with a trace of syrup.
"Number?" he asked, "And, do you maybe want to grab lunch together tomorrow?"
I put my number in his phone and replied, "Sure thing! I'll see you tomorrow, I suppose."
"Unless you want to get some dinner in an hour or so…?" Mitch smirked.
"Uh, yeah," I laughed, "I'll text you. Bye!"
I skipped off and turned to look over my shoulder right before I got into an elevator. Mitch was smiling as he looked my direction.
I blushed but the closing doors of the elevator hid it as I zipped up onto the top floor of the building.
I exited the lift, entered my room with the key and plopped down on the bed, dropping my bags there too. I quickly grabbed my phone to see that Mitch had already texted me.
You're in 607 right?
I smiled before replying.
Yeah, why?
I'm in 608. Look out your door.
That's creepy, but okay.
I opened my door to see Mitch standing there with his phone. I laughed and he walked over, "May I come in?"
"Yeah, totally," I opened the door wider and he walked in. I closed it behind us and sat down on my bed beside Mitch.
"So, how's Starbucks sounding for dinner?" he laughed.
"What?" I cocked my head, "What's Starbucks?"
A look of horror on his face, he replied, "The U.S.A version of Timmy's."
"Oh, then sure," I laughed, "When were you thinking?"
"Is now good?" Mitch chuckled, shrugging.
"Let's go!" I grabbed my phone and room key, sticking them both in my back pocket. Mitch exited the room first and I followed him to the elevators.
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A/N:
Heya! I got a review last chapter. :3 It made me feel all warm and fuzzy inside. XD Anyway, here's the second chapter! 1/3 the length of the last one, oh well. p.p Um, well, PM me with any inquiries about having your OC in my story, and I'll see you later with chapter three!