Fasten your seatbelt (Bajancanadian fanfic)

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By the time we reach the hotel, it's quite dark.

When we walk into the lobby, I hear a shriek. Shortly after, all I can smell is Jenna's coconut shampoo. It's a nice, familiar smell. She's used the same one for god-knows how long.

"Sarah, I've been so worried! Are you alright?"

I nod at her, and give her a squeeze. I do love Jenna. I can't stay mad at her.

"I'm sorry. I'm an idiot." She whispers in my ear.

"I know."

"I love you, Sar."

"I know."

I give her a peck on the cheek, and pull back.

She looks so sorrowful, I could cry. I wonder how long she's been waiting down here?

And how come Preston isn't with her?

Today has been such a roller coaster. I was so upset with her just a few hours ago.

But I can't deny that this thing with Mitch is pretty damn good. And I kinda have her to thank for that.

"Sarah, we only have one night left."

"I know."

"I want to stay."

"Me too."

"Can we?"

I laugh. No, Jenna, we can't. We are most certainly not made of money.

"I wish we could."

She looks disappointed.

"Hey, you guys are gonna have a great time in L.A though. Beaches and whatnot." Mitch chips in.

It's true. We have a week there, to do whatever.

"And then Florida. Disney." Jenna adds.

I wonder if Mitch remembers what he said about Disney?

I catch his eye, and I think he knows what I'm thinking.

"And obviously, Disney will be fun."

Does that mean he plans on joining us?

"I can't wait." He adds.

Question answered.

This makes me feel a little better. I'll see him in a week.

But then what?

Oh god, I'm gonna get emotional. And I was already almost in tears because of Jenna.

"It's been a long day, guys. I think I need to hit the hay." I say with a yawn.

"Of course. I'll walk you up." Mitch.

I think I can manage the 10 yards to the elevator, but I don't contest.

"I'm going to stay here for a bit. I'll come up in a few, okay?" Jenna. What a sweetheart.

I give her one last hug, and go to the lift.

When we're in there, I feel his hand hold mine.

Then I feel something else, somewhere else. (His mouth and mine. Don't be rude.)

And that makes me feel good. Happy. Content.

And it feels right.

The lift pings, and the moment is over. I need to make sure I always remember this, and how I felt right here. I mustn't let it slip away, like so many good memories do.

I must start a scrapbook at some point. I keep meaning to.

He walks me to my room, gives me a hug, says good night and leaves.

I slide into bed, and start drifting off.

Then I hear my phone go off.

'Perfect day.'

This is just too much.

'Apart from the crying and storming out.'

'It worked out okay.'

It did, didn't it?

'Yes.'

'Night.'

'Good night, Mitch. X'

'X.'

'Xxx.'

'Xxxxxxxxxo'

'Xcxcxcxc cxxxxcxxx'

'Enough. Jerome just told me to stop laughing.'

Haha.

'I can't help being so funny.'

'True. But you can go to sleep.'

'I'm trying. Stop texting me.'

'Okay. GOOD NIGHT. Xxx'

I switch my phone off. My eyes keep trying to close themselves. I MUST sleep.