Across the Maps

Chapter 30

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"Oh my gosh," I squeal, gazing up at the towering white letters. "I can't believe I'm here! Isn't it amazing?"

"It's just big letters. What's the big deal?" Cole roles his eyes and I stifle a laugh.

"You just don't get it," I exclaim, throwing my hands into the air.

"Hey," he replies. "I just don't see what's so incredible about large white letters."

"You're no fun," I whine. "Here at least lets take a picture. Hey mom, can you take a picture of us?"

"Of course honey," she smiles, taking my camera and pointing it at us.

"Smile," I whisper to Cole who rolls his eyes, but then finally grins for the photo.

"There that wasn't so bad, was it?" I tease playfully and his lips curl into a smile.

"I guess it wasn't that bad," he exclaims.

Smiling, I state. "So far we have been to the Hollywood sign and the walk of fame." The walk of fame was amazing. People of all ages were there, gazing at the glistening stars. Cole found it intriguing and practically stopped at each one to take a picture. "What do you want to do now?"

"We should get something to eat. I'm so hungry I could eat a buffalo," Cole mumbles in my hair loudly enough that I can hear him.

"Okay," I giggle. "Let's go."

We end up deciding a small Italian restaurant. The walls are a dark green and the carpet is a dirt beige color. The lighting is dim and it's hard to see. A middle aged man with a dirty blond hair, chocolatey brown eyes, and a scruffy beard takes our order, scribbling things down on his notepad. He scurried away and then returns about fifteen minutes later with steaming plates of pasta.

I gobble it down quickly, the warm sauce and noodles filling my mouth with warmth and flavor. Beside me, Cole gorges himself, spooning noodles and garlic bread into his mouth.

"This is amazing," he states, wipes his mouth with his napkin.

"I know," I reply, gulping some water down. "It's amazing. It's like heaven, but in food form." Cole chuckles, and I start laughing. I'm seriously going to miss Los Angels once we're gone.

"Mom, when do we have to leave?" I question.

"Tomorrow afternoon," Mom replies.

"Oh," I'm a little sad that we have to leave. I'd like to stay here forever. It's so amazing. "Where are we going next?"

"San Antonio," she exclaims, her eyes lighting up with excitement. San Antonio is her hometown so she's really thrilled to get to go there again. She wanted to move there when we were little, but Dad wanted to stay in Texas. "You will love it there," she squeals. "There's so many things I want to show you."

Smiling, I exclaim, "I can't wait!"

We stay in a large suit at a fancy hotel that I don't even remember the name of. The walls are a creamy color and the flooring is white tile. The sitting room is huge with a large white, leather couch and a large plasma screen tv that sits on a glass stand. A white mini fridge sits in the corner. The kitchen is a medium sized room. The counters are granite and and the shelves are a dark wood. There are three bedrooms; one for each of us. My room is plain with beige walls and a medium sized television. The huge bed rests beside the large glass window, which has a view of a large park with trees that away in the gust of wind. The heavy comforter is a scarlet red with sparkling golden flowers. A small wooden desk and chair sits in the corner, a light blue lamp on the countertop.

After changing into pajamas, which are just black shorts and an oversized gray shirt, I brush my teeth, put my hair into a messy bun, and get into bed; the comforter is soft and cozy. I close my eyes and finally sleep finds me.

"Wimberly," a voice whispers and I stir. "Wimberly," it says again.

"What time is it?" I rub my eyes and gaze around to see who it is.

It's hard to see in the dark, but I can make out the figure. It's Cole. His hair is muddled and he wears pajama shorts with a black and brown checkered pattern and a black shirt.

"Two thirty," he replies, fiddling with his shirt.

"What's the matter?" I ask, fixing my gaze on him.

"I can't sleep," he whispers.

"I'm sorry," I exclaim. Rolling out of bed, I grab his hand and lead him out of the room.

"What are you-"

I cut him off by placing my finger over my mouth. "Just wait."

I lead him him to the balcony. Slowly and quietly, I open the door and drag Cole outside. A chill fills the air as I lean against the edge of the small balcony.

"So what's the purpose of this?" Cole asks, peering down at the park, which is lit up by street lights.

"I don't know actually," I admit. "I just thought it'd be nice to talk. Is that okay?"

"Yeah," a faint smile covers his lips. "I'd like that." After gazing down at the park for a few seconds, Cole speaks. "It's so beautiful here."

"Yeah," I smile. "It's incredible."

I gaze at my surroundings. The sky is almost pitch black except for the first quarter moon that lights up the night sky. Off in the distant I hear cars honking.

"It's hard to believe," Cole speaks.

"What do you mean?" I question, curious about what he's going to say.

"It's just that I always thought I would stay in the same town all my life but now..." he pauses for a second. "It's just hard to comprehend sometimes."

"I get it. When I was little, I always thought I would stay in the same house, but when we moved, I was devastated."

"But everything turned out good right?"

"Yes," I grin. "Everything turned out just fine. You know why?"

"Why?" He asks, gazing at me with his large eyes.

"Because I met you."

His eyes light up and he smiles. He pulls me into his chest and wraps his arms around me tightly.

Everything has turned out more than fine. No. Everything has turned out amazing.

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