I woke up to a face full of curly, tawny hair suffocating me. Me and Dan had constructed a rather good friendship over movie and anime, and I even got to meet Phil, but it seems sleep had caught up with me, and we fell asleep talking from over the seats. I couldn't remember my dream, but waking up to hushed talking around roused me just enough to barely crack open my eyes. That's when I noticed the hair.
"How can he still be asleep? He'd suffocate." One voice said quietly. Everything was so muffled I could barely hear them.
"Maybe he has and Carrie just has a dead Youtuber leaning on her shoulder." Another laughed.
"Oh ha ha PJ. Very funny. He's not dead, I can see his breathing." This one was much more feminine.
Carrie? PJ? Wait... CARRIE?! PJ?!
My eyes snap open, and I find myself cocked awkwardly to the side, my head snoozing in the big, crazy mess that was Carrie's hair. My arm was resting, propping my face up, on the arm rest between us. The other was laying lazily on her knee. Oh my god! I was sleeping on Carrie Hope-Fletcher! What a LOVELY way to introduce myself! Using the hand on her knee, I push myself up and get a big gulp of not strawberry-shampoo-scented air as I looked around with blurry, unfocused eyes. Fixing my glasses and rubbing my eyes at one time, I stare into the smirking faces of Carrie, Dan, Phil, Chris, and Pj, all staring at me and some (Chris) giggling at me. My cheeks burn red as I look around and land my eyes on Carrie. She was just smiling at me, making me feel guilty and stupid for accidentally sleeping on her shoulder. "S-Sorry. Don't know how that happened."I stuttered at her, pushing my glasses up again. "It's fine, my hair is very comfortable." she laughed back. I weakly chuckled as I rightened myself in my chair and rubbed my eyes again. What a lovely way to wake up.
Looking around in slight interest, I see that everyone was just about ready to leave, so I decided to mimic them and gather up all of my stuff, leaving my head phones and IPod out so I could listen to music. I've had various Chameleon Circuit songs and Look Down from Les Miserables stuck in my head, and the merging of these two things are not pretty. As my various packing of electronics commenced, I heard a familiar voice say to the left of me. "Les Miserables? You went to see that play?" "Yea, it's one of my favorites. I went to see it about eight different times with various groups. You were amazing." The last part was more mumbled as I straightened myself again, my packing done. How did she- oh yea, the T-Shirt. Duh. "Aww, thank you. The jacket was rather itchy, though." she admitted with a small shrug. "Really? How did you fit all of your hair under that hat?"
An hour later (as we left the plane) we were discussing different acting techniques and funny stage stories of bad mess-ups and costume malfunctions. "...Yea, so I basically had to go onstage in a pair of old trousers and my pink under-shirt." Her chime-like laugh rang throughout the almost empty plane as I told her the story of someone taking my costume right before I was suppose to change. "Did you ever find out who?"she asked between giggles. "No, but to this day a stage crew member keeps looking at me guiltily. Now I'm not pointing any fingers-" pause for laughter, "but I'd say it was him." "That's awful!I remember a time when, in Les Mis., Carol tried to stick all of my hair under the hat naturally." "Oh god no." "Yea, four cans of hairspray, two cans of moose, and about forty hair pins later it still wouldn't go in all the way. That's when we decided that we needed a bit bigger of hat." she laughed as we exited the large flying bus with Wifi. Our conversation was cut short when we left and had to fight the hoards of people meandering about, trying to find the man with the sign that said "European YouTubers"
Harder to find then you'd think...
The car ride was rather enjoyable. I sat next to Carrie, but we didn't talk since I was so busy staring out my window in awe at the new place. I never traveled with my parents since they decided that raising me in that tiny Irish town was better, so I'd never been to America before! It was so... American. There was really no way to describe it besides... American. My awe-inspired staring was interrupted by Phil tapping me on the shoulder. My wide grin spread across my face, I turn to look on top the eye of Phil's little red camera. I waved excitedly. "And there's Luke. How are you, Luke?" he asked. "It's so American! Look, it's so cool out there! What's that? What's a 'Hardy's'? And an 'Arbies'? Are they all restaurants? How many diners can you have on one road? It's all so pretty!" I gush into the camera, turning again to the window. "Luke, you're such a noob." Dan quips from behind me. I only giggle, living up to my nickname of my classmates, 'Giggles' with my apparently adorable giggle I do when I laugh. Turning again, we come up to our hotel and all funnel out of the rented car. Snatching up my bag, I sling it over my shoulders and watch as another car pulls up behind ours. Out steps Charlieissocoollike, Nerimon, and Cat. My heart gives a tug at Charlie, he was by far one of my favorites and I couldn't wait to meet him. As we walked in, I was somehow pushed to the front and charged with the task of telling the clerk who we were. She looked bored and uncaring.
"Uh, hi. Two rooms under Howell*." "Yea, are you those losers who talk to a camera all day?" she asked shortly, her hand picking up two card keys. "W-Well I wouldn't put it that way, but-" "Here, room B41 and B42 on the fourth floor. Have a nice day." she shoved the keys into my hand and returned to scrolling through something on her phone. I handed one key to Dan, who was looking offended behind me. Before I could usher us all away, Dan decided to speak up. "Excuse me, but that's not very good manners to your guests. Calling them 'losers' and such. I could get your manager out here and have you fired." The girl looked up like Dan had just spat in her hamburger. "Are you threatening me?" she inquired hotly. "Yes, I guess I am. Apologize to my friends, now!" Raging tempers battled like a Roman war, and all of it was very scary and very entertaining. Before either could respond, Phil walked up and placed a hand on Dan's shoulder, making him look away from the bratty American woman. "Dan, ignore her. Let's just go to our rooms and leave this brat alone." he reassured. Dan sighed in annoyance and, clutching the card rather tightly in his hand, stormed off into the elevator. Thankfully, he cooled down quickly and insisted that he got to push the button.
Finding our rooms were easy enough (though I was forcefully reminded of Doctor Who and the episode 'The God Complex'. I was actually just a smidgen scared to open my door in fear of it being full of spiders or something), and as I walked in I felt my breath hitch at the splendorous room before me. Two fluffy chairs framed a same-printed couch that was supposedly a pull-out bed, perfectly made up with pillows, at a rather large TV with a small TV guide resting on top, held down by a TV remote. To the side was a rather luxurious kitchen and through a door to the side were the supposed bedroom and bathroom. Giggling in anticipation, I made my move to jump on the couch, and succeeded in banging my head on the side, though I didn't care. Everything was so new! That's why I wished Mum and Dad had traveled with me, seeing new things. Doing new things. Learning new things. It was all so interesting!
America was so interesting!
*I don't know if that's how they do it, but I'm just going to pretend I know and say they do.