Chasing Angels - ON HOLD
South Padre Island, TX
"This sign is always my favorite part of coming here!" Aubrey said, pointing at the yellow road sign that read "WATCH FOR PELICANS WHEN FLASHING" (see the Notes. there's a picture there.).
"Mine, too. My least favorite part is stepping on all those shells on the beach," I said. "And getting covered in duck and fish crap."
"My favorite part is seeing all the stuff that's washed up on all the sand dunes," Dustin said.
"Remember that play house wall that we found last year? That was SO funny!" Elsa said, laughing.
"My favorite part is kicking back and watching TV in the hotel room," Carson joked.
"That wasn't even funny," I said as we all glared at him. Well, I glared at him through the rearview mirror, otherwise that would be unsafe driving.
"We're here!" I shouted, getting out of the van and running into the hotel to check in. Once I finished with that, I ran back outside and helped unload all the luggage and carry it into the hotel. "We're on the first floor, so we don't need to bother with the lift."
"Damn it. I like elevators," Dustin cursed. I mock glared at him.
"Don't use that kind of fucking language with me, Dusty," I said, grinning.
I slid the key card into the slot and pulled it back out, then opened the door to our hotel room.
"I changed my mind. This is my favorite part," I said as I walked in to the massive hotel room.
"Holy shit...," Elsa said, trailing off and staring around her.
"How could you afford this, Evan?!" Aubrey asked incredulously.
"Easy. I have a job," I said, shrugging it off, then belly flopping onto a bed. "Okay, paying person gets her own bed, so fuck the rest of you."
I heard groans coming from two people, Dustin and Carson, because that meant they were sleeping on the floor.
"I warned you beforehand!" I said, rolling over. "But there is a couch, so you can battle over that. I'm tired, so I'm going to nap before we go anywhere. If I wake up with a moustache on my face or anything else that has to do with someone falling asleep around you lot, you will sleep on the beach for the rest of the week."
"Damn it!" Dustin said.
"Again with the language, Dusty?" I said, already half asleep. I tucked myself under the covers and fell asleep.
"To Blackbeard's!" I shouted. We walked across the road to our favorite restaraunt and waited to be seated. "I have something I need to tell you lot, but I'm going to wait until we're sitting down."
"Okay," they all said in unison, which was followed by shouts of 'jinx' 'double jinx' 'triple jinx' and so on.
"The jinx machine is out of order, you just lost your lucky quarter," I said, shutting them all up. "You all owe me a soda now!"
We were finally seated, and I ordered two family size servings of cheese balls (I don't remember if they really have those at Blackbeard's, but I'm putting it in there anyway.) right away.
"So what's the news you need to tell us?" Dustin asked, putting his elbows on the table and placing his chin on his hands, looking at me.
"Um... well, I'm going home for a month this summer," I said, sipping my water.
"Well, duh. You're going to be going home all summer," Aubrey said, not getting my point.
"No, not like that," I said. "I mean home home. I'm going to London."
Dustin looked like he was about to choke on his water, Carson just kinda looked at me, Elsa smiled at me, and Aubrey ducked under the table and hugged my leg.
"Um... Bri?"
"Yeah?" her voice came from under the table.
"Whatchya doin'?"
"Hugging your leg."
"Yes, but why?"
"I don't know," she said, letting go of my leg. "By the way, if there's any One Direction sightings, you are to get me pictures and autographs."
I cringed at her words. "Um... I don't think I'll be seeing One Direction, Bri. I don't think they'll even be in London when I'm there. Sorry."
"They're off during the summer, so they should be in London," she said, sipping her water and bouncing in her seat.
"Oh, great," I muttered under my breath. Apparently, I wasn't quiet enough though, because Aubrey heard me.
"You're a One Direction fan, too! You shoud be more excited about that!" she said, horrified that I would use sarcasm on such a subject.
"Oh trust me, I'm screaming inside," I said. They didn't know anything about my past with Harry. If they did, they'd treat me differently.
"Hey, lemme see your phone. Mine's dead. I need to text Heather something," she said, reaching for my phone.
"Okay," I said, not realizing that she only types in the first letter of whoever's name. Until she gasped.
"OH MY GOD! YOU HAVE HARRY STYLES' PHONE NUMBER?!" she shouted.
"What?!" I said, ripping my phone from her hands.
"Why didn't you tell me!? PLEASE give me his number?!"
"Um, that's not his number. How would he have given it to me?" I lied, trying to stay cool. "Elsa, you need to stop changing names in my contacts!"
"But I-"
I kicked her under the table.
"Sorry," she said, hanging her head. She texted me.
Elsa: what was that all about? yd u kick me? its obviously not his number
Me: just cuz. ill tell u sometime but not now.
Elsa: roar
"Mine, too. My least favorite part is stepping on all those shells on the beach," I said. "And getting covered in duck and fish crap."
"My favorite part is seeing all the stuff that's washed up on all the sand dunes," Dustin said.
"Remember that play house wall that we found last year? That was SO funny!" Elsa said, laughing.
"My favorite part is kicking back and watching TV in the hotel room," Carson joked.
"That wasn't even funny," I said as we all glared at him. Well, I glared at him through the rearview mirror, otherwise that would be unsafe driving.
"We're here!" I shouted, getting out of the van and running into the hotel to check in. Once I finished with that, I ran back outside and helped unload all the luggage and carry it into the hotel. "We're on the first floor, so we don't need to bother with the lift."
"Damn it. I like elevators," Dustin cursed. I mock glared at him.
"Don't use that kind of fucking language with me, Dusty," I said, grinning.
I slid the key card into the slot and pulled it back out, then opened the door to our hotel room.
"I changed my mind. This is my favorite part," I said as I walked in to the massive hotel room.
"Holy shit...," Elsa said, trailing off and staring around her.
"How could you afford this, Evan?!" Aubrey asked incredulously.
"Easy. I have a job," I said, shrugging it off, then belly flopping onto a bed. "Okay, paying person gets her own bed, so fuck the rest of you."
I heard groans coming from two people, Dustin and Carson, because that meant they were sleeping on the floor.
"I warned you beforehand!" I said, rolling over. "But there is a couch, so you can battle over that. I'm tired, so I'm going to nap before we go anywhere. If I wake up with a moustache on my face or anything else that has to do with someone falling asleep around you lot, you will sleep on the beach for the rest of the week."
"Damn it!" Dustin said.
"Again with the language, Dusty?" I said, already half asleep. I tucked myself under the covers and fell asleep.
"To Blackbeard's!" I shouted. We walked across the road to our favorite restaraunt and waited to be seated. "I have something I need to tell you lot, but I'm going to wait until we're sitting down."
"Okay," they all said in unison, which was followed by shouts of 'jinx' 'double jinx' 'triple jinx' and so on.
"The jinx machine is out of order, you just lost your lucky quarter," I said, shutting them all up. "You all owe me a soda now!"
We were finally seated, and I ordered two family size servings of cheese balls (I don't remember if they really have those at Blackbeard's, but I'm putting it in there anyway.) right away.
"So what's the news you need to tell us?" Dustin asked, putting his elbows on the table and placing his chin on his hands, looking at me.
"Um... well, I'm going home for a month this summer," I said, sipping my water.
"Well, duh. You're going to be going home all summer," Aubrey said, not getting my point.
"No, not like that," I said. "I mean home home. I'm going to London."
Dustin looked like he was about to choke on his water, Carson just kinda looked at me, Elsa smiled at me, and Aubrey ducked under the table and hugged my leg.
"Um... Bri?"
"Yeah?" her voice came from under the table.
"Whatchya doin'?"
"Hugging your leg."
"Yes, but why?"
"I don't know," she said, letting go of my leg. "By the way, if there's any One Direction sightings, you are to get me pictures and autographs."
I cringed at her words. "Um... I don't think I'll be seeing One Direction, Bri. I don't think they'll even be in London when I'm there. Sorry."
"They're off during the summer, so they should be in London," she said, sipping her water and bouncing in her seat.
"Oh, great," I muttered under my breath. Apparently, I wasn't quiet enough though, because Aubrey heard me.
"You're a One Direction fan, too! You shoud be more excited about that!" she said, horrified that I would use sarcasm on such a subject.
"Oh trust me, I'm screaming inside," I said. They didn't know anything about my past with Harry. If they did, they'd treat me differently.
"Hey, lemme see your phone. Mine's dead. I need to text Heather something," she said, reaching for my phone.
"Okay," I said, not realizing that she only types in the first letter of whoever's name. Until she gasped.
"OH MY GOD! YOU HAVE HARRY STYLES' PHONE NUMBER?!" she shouted.
"What?!" I said, ripping my phone from her hands.
"Why didn't you tell me!? PLEASE give me his number?!"
"Um, that's not his number. How would he have given it to me?" I lied, trying to stay cool. "Elsa, you need to stop changing names in my contacts!"
"But I-"
I kicked her under the table.
"Sorry," she said, hanging her head. She texted me.
Elsa: what was that all about? yd u kick me? its obviously not his number
Me: just cuz. ill tell u sometime but not now.
Elsa: roar
Notes
My favorite part of South Padre. The BEST part of the trip by far.
Yeah.... I'll see if I can find the picture with the play house on it.
FOUND IT!!!! HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE!
We thought this was pretty funny.
I love this <3
5/7/14