Wedding Crashers

Part Two

It's Saturday. Oh my gosh! I'm going to Texas! It's about 7 in the morning and we just got to the airport. I grabbed a bagel and ice coffee from the dunkin donuts here. It sits in between a McDonald's and the restrooms, also next to a book store and one of those cheap knic knack shops. I sat down in those uncomfortable waiting chairs set in rows. In two hours we would start our flight down to Texas. Unbelievable!

I took a bite into my bagel and my grandma turned to me. "So I just talked to Michelle! She said she would be at the airport ready to pick us up with her son. They're going to show us around so we know what to do with ourselves before the wedding." I still had no idea whose wedding I was attending. Oh well.

"So, Michelle is...who again?" I asked I between sips of my coffee. The caffeine was running through my body getting my ready for the long day I had ahead.

"Michelle is your great grandma's best friend's niece." She said with a smile. Alright. That cleared things up...not.

I guess I dozed off for a while, despite the coffee I had just drank. Next thing I knew we were being boarded on the plane and setting our bags n the overhead compartment.

"Window seat!" I yelled. I loved looking out the window and seeing all of the things beneath you. How small the fields and roads looked compared to the actual enormous size it actually is. I love being in the clouds and...floating. I got settled and got out my phone. I had texted Sam the night before about meeting up with her. She lives and Dallas and we were going...where were we going!

"So where does Michelle live?" I asked my grandma as she sat down.

"San Antonio." She said as she whipped out her cell phone. "I have her address right here!" She showed me her phone. The layout of the address sitting on the screen of her old flip phone went as follows:

*----------FAKE ADDRESS---------*

746 Cactus Hill Drive 

San Antonio Texas, 76854 

Michelle Mahone

"San Antonio...I texted in my phone. Then I stopped. No...froze. I dropped my phone and turned to my grandma. "Can...I-I...see that...again?" I asked shaking.

She showed me her phone and once again stood the address...of Michelle Mahone.

No. No. This is a joke. This isn't happening. NO. LEIGH DON'T BELIEVE IT FOR A SECOND.  

Put the pieces together.. Michelle, San Antonio, son, Texas. Son. SON.

Austin Carter Mahone was picking me up from the airport.

My grandma took her phone back, my arms stuck in place. She pushed a button and read something on the screen. 

"Oh look! Michelle said we don't have to rent a room for the week! She said we could stay with her!"

What. In. Gods. Name. Is. Happening.

I closed my eyes and squeezed the seat handle hard. I was going to be staying at Austin Mahone's house for 8 days. With him. Same house, same hall, same air. This was going to be an extremely interesting week. If I could get through it.

"Ladies and gentlemen, please fasten your seatbelts, we will be ascending soon! San Antonio, here we come!"

'Here we go.' I thought. 'Here..we..go.'

I had a dream on the plane. It seemed irrelevant to what was going on but it was kind of interesting.

I got off the plane and Austin was there. He came over and gave me a hug. I smiled and hugged back. We started talking like we were catching up on old times. We stepped out of the airport and were mobbed. Fans and paparazzi attacked myself and him. A. Fan managed to grab my hair and pull me to the ground. She screamed,"That's to you, from a REAL MAHOMIE! Not some slut who just wants to get in Austin's pants!" I lied there on the ground. Austin was gone, fans and pap were gone. I was alone, on the sidewalk, hurt. It seemed like no one wanted me, or anything to do with me.

That dream made me extremely nervous for what was lying ahead in Texas on spring break.