Chapter 10 P2

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Everytime I write a chapter, I always worry that it isn't good enough for my awesome readers. I'm so sorry about the wait and I PROMISE the next chapter will come out as SOON as a few people have read this one, just because I don't want two chapters in a row.

“What – what- the -” I stammered in shock. Aaron blinked up at me innocently with his big green eyes.

“Don’t make that puppy face at me!” I yelled.

“Shh, you’re causing a scene,” he whispered soothingly.

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?!” I hissed.

“Um… coming with you?”

I didn’t justify you with an answer.

“Look, Mille,” he sighed. “My brother is not the nicest person, let’s put it that way… and that Will guy is dodgy too… so I’m just here to make sure you’re alright.”

I stared at him, and then a grin slowly slid onto my face.

“You’re – you’re jealous!” I laughed.

“No, no, no it’s just – OK, fine, I am. Happy?” he grumbled.

“But I’m still mad at you for coming,” I told him sternly.

“Oh whatever, you can’t control me,” he said with his trademark smirk. It was right then that I realized how much I had missed our easy going friendship, before all this other stuff happened.

“Look, Aaron, when we get off this plane, things will start going crazy again,” I said seriously. “So let’s just enjoy this 2 hour flight.”

And we did. He asked me if we could go make out in the bathrooms at one point, and I slapped him.

“Just like old times,” he smiled, rubbing his cheek. I smiled back at him, and slapped his other cheek.

“Ow!” he yelped. “What was that for?”

“Old time’s sake.”

He  sighed and rolled his eyes, and I rolled mine back at him, grinning. Before we knew it, the flight was over, and we were standing at the carousel with our luggage.

“Um… I didn’t really think my plan out this far yet,” Aaron admitted.

“Well I’m going to call my mother, I guess…” I said reluctantly. I reached for my phone but he grabbed my wrist.

“No!”

I stared at him.

“Well, um, maybe we could, like, rent a hotel room, or something? You don’t want to see your mum, admit it!”

I shrugged. I couldn’t care less anymore, it didn’t matter what happened to me. Dad was gone and no way was I going to Mum’s.

“OK, Aaron,” I agreed. He looked a little shocked.

“I wasn’t expecting you to agree that quickly,” he told me.

He insisted on a deluxe five star hotel and kept pretending that I was a princess, bowing and calling me ‘your majesty.’ People kept staring at us, and I couldn’t stop giggling.

“Into the horse drawn carriage, my lady,” he said with an English accent and opened the door to the taxi for me.

“Why thank you, kind sir,” I said courteously.

“You kids aren’t going to start making out back there or something,” the taxi guy asked suspiciously. I muffled my laughter at this ridiculous question.

“Oh, we might,” Aaron said, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively. The taxi driver scowled and pulled up the sound proof barrier between the front and back seats. Once it was up, we burst out laughing.

“That comes to 300 dollars, sir,” the receptionist said.

“Aaron, we can go somewhere cheaper,” I whispered.  But Aaron shook his head and pushed his credit card across the desk. I amused myself with the brightly coloured fish in the hotel lobby’s exquisite koi pond, and Aaron was dragging me away.

“But I like the fish!” I whined. He rolled his eyes and continued dragging me into the elevator, where we had to go all the way up to the top floor, where the en suites were located.

“If you press the close doors button while you press your floor button, it will take you straight there. People won’t be able to get on.” Aaron told me.

“Really?” I said disbelievingly. Then there was a pause as some annoying elevator music came on.

“You know what I’ve always wanted to do,” Aaron said.

“What’s that?” I asked, not really paying attention.

“Make out with someone in the elevator.”

I slapped him again.

“I was expecting that.”

I unloaded my bags into the most enormous, amazing hotel room I had ever seen. I’m not going to go into details, but everything was magnificent. There was a fountain – a fountain! In what you could call the ‘living room’ of the hotel.

We pretended to be rich English snobs and got dressed up to go down to dinner. It was in the middle of this that our short easy-going friendship ended and this awkward are-we-dating-or-not thing picked up again.

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