Can we take a moment for this adorable picture???
Chapter 25: California
"Hunter, I'm freaking out." I say."Why? It's just another airplane, but this ones faster. We'll be there in no time." He grabs my hand. He squeezes it, and looks at me, smiling.
We walk through the airport, we had our stuff on to try to hide ourselves. We don't want to be rude, but we have to be somewhere. I hear mummers, and even some cameras taking pictures. "People recognize you." I look at him.
"Yeah, and now they'll know who this mystery girl is." He stops at one of those moving walk things. We let people pass, and he holds me closer.
"Are you Hunter Sa-" a younger aged girl, maybe around 12 or 13, passes us on the walk. She pauses when we both look up. Her face freezes when she sees him. "Omg, hi!"
"Hi, what's your name?"
"Marie. Is this your secret place? Where you flying?" She then looks at me, smiling.
"A secret is a secret." Hunter says. "We're going to California for the weekend."
"That's sweet! But why?"
"We're going to a movie premiere." I'm the one who talks.
"Am I the first one to see you?" She directs it to me.
"Yeah...I think you are." I grin.
"Can I take a picture?" She asks calmly.
"Where are your parents?" I look around.
"I...I'm flying to my mom house." She looks down. "But about that picture." She holds her phone out, and takes a selfie. "Why don't you have social media, your name is Brooklyn, right?"
"Yeah, and I just don't. It's too much to handle."
"This is so amazing. So you guys like debut-ing your relationship at this movie thing?"
"Yeah, it's going to be kind of crazy." Hunter says, holding me closer. "Nothing we can't handle, eh?"
"Of course." I smile, only us knowing the truth.
When she leaves, I turn to Hunter. "I'm worried for her. What if she doesn't know where she's going?"
"Stop worrying. She said she's visiting her parents." He says, squeezing my sides. I sigh, and we speed walk to Hunter's jet take off thing.
The plane ride was much better, we even watched a movie: Frozen, because of my love for Olaf.
"We're going to Tate's house." He says. We get in a limo, and I don't even know where we drive. It takes about 30 minutes, because of the traffic too.
But I'm in Las Angeles. Fucking city of angels. I'm. Here.
"Hi, I'm Tate." A tall, young-ish guy says, shaking my hand. Then bro-hugging Hunter.
He has sandy brown hair, and chocolate eyes. He was good looking, but I'm obviously with someone. "Tate, here, is a YouTuber." Hunter smiles.
"Yeah, I want the two of you in a video this weekend. If you have time."
"I'm exhausted." I sigh.
"Lemme show you your rooms." He rushes up the stairs, then shows us a fairly large room, with a Queen sized bed. One of them. "You have to share, hope you don't mind."
"Not at all." Hunter smirks. "Night Tate."
"G'night, and don't be too loud."
My jaw drops, and he chuckles as he closes the door. "Oh don't worry Brooklyn, I'll get you screaming."
"Hunter!" I say loudly, smacking his chest.
"Calm down, B." He smiles. We spend some time unpacking, then I go to the bathroom to take a shower.
When I step out, Hunter is in the bed, with his shirt off, and watching TV. I walk over, and get under the covers next to him. He wraps an arm around me, and I move even closer to him. I feel safe under his arms.
* * * * * *
Hunter looks to me when we're getting ready. "The movie is tonight, and your gonna be like fancy-ing yourself up. I have a cousin who's a makeup artist, so she'll be doing that. But first, I need to show you around."
"You know I don't wear major makeup." I say.
"I know, you don't have to."
"Thanks." I smile up at him. We go out to the waiting car, and get in.
"You can choose the music." The driver says. I scroll through the list, then come across Often by The Weeknd. Probably one of my favorite singers.
"You like him?"
"He's amazing." I smile. "Except the songs are...intricate."
"Yeah." He smirks. I roll my eyes, and tap my feet to the beat.
When we arrive at the place, which I have no idea where it is, I am lead with Hunter, down a hallway. We end up in a conference room. "Wait here for some time until Felicity comes." The lady says. Hunter nods.
"So Felicity is some person related to someone I know, and she's going to go with you and shop or whatever. Anything you want, basically your friend for the day. But I hope you get along."
"Oh," I nod. "What are you gonna do?"
"Plan." He smirks. "I can't tell you much. And probably be in a video with Tate."
"Okay." I smile. Today will be interesting.
Holy shizzznniitttssss!!! It's been like ages...but I apologize, I've just been in a mental and physical slump, but I forced myself to update ;) ilyasm
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