Remington's p.o.v.
An hour went by and we got on the plane and we were off to Hollywood.
Good thing Andy got us first class. So we had tv's and our own little area to ourselves.
I got to say it felt nice being alone with no one else around us.
I turned on the TV and went through the channels. After awhile I found a show to watch. I turned on the walking dead. Cause why not, its a good show.
Andy looked at me with a weird look then asked, " why this show? "
I looked at him and said, " cause its a good show. "
He half smiled and nodded, " okay. "
I sighed and shook my head. I swear sometimes he's bipolar. One minute he's happy, next minute he's in one of his moods.
I love him to death, but he can be a pain in the ass sometimes.
But I love him tho, so I just have to ignore his moods. I know he can't help it.
2 hours past and we reach our destination.
We grab our luggage and make our way off the plan.
I look at Andy and notice he's a bit nervous. So I ask, " Andy what's wrong? "
He says, " nothing. Im fine. "
" you sure? " I ask.
"Yes. I sure. " he says in a slight deep tone.
I sigh and shake my head deciding not to push him any further.
I don't want want to ruin things for us. So it's best to keep my mouth shut.
Minutes pass by and we are in a taxi headed to our motel. Andy still hasn't told me what the surprise is.
I sigh and just hope he tells me soon.