The Price of a Life.

Chapter Ten

Landon's POV

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck! Why had he said yes to this date? He had no fucking clue what he was gonna wear or say or do?

He had little to no date experience. The most he had was sneaking out of cabins at night to see someone. That isn't exactly a nice date.

It was currently 7:54pm and he was freaking out over what to wear to his date. Why was picking clothes for other people easy but picking your own clothes so fucking stressful?

He heard the hotel room's door open, and he poked his head to look at who had just walked in. Lillian had just gotten back from doing something none of the other three knew about. At 7:55 in the afternoon.

She put her bag down and took off her shoes, walking into the main room. Natasha's bed was empty and Landon's was taken up by an array of clothes and accessories.

"Hey, Lillian." Landon said as greeting, still digging around in his bag for a good outfit.
"Hello." Lillian said plainly. "Are you still deciding on an outfit?" He nodded, giving up and flopping onto his bed.

"Yes! I don't know what to wear!" He complained, hands over his face. "I don't want to underdress, but I don't want to overdress either." Lillian nodded and grabbed a shirt from his bag.

"That and a pair of jeans would be fine." He nodded, taking the shirt and practically running into the bathroom. He changed quickly, checking his hair before walking out to grab his heels.

He was dressed in a pair of pale grey jeans and a plain dark pink crop top. He grabbed a jacket to go with it, snatching up a pair of small star earrings. He put them into his main lobe piercing, the other three getting changed from their original dark blue studs to dark pink ones.

"Where's the other two?" He asked Lillian, who was currently looking through what looked like a school bag but also a murderous duffel bag from the movies.

"Sofia's trying to find a library, and Natasha went to go get something to drink." She explained, taking out what looked like a board game.
"Alcoholic or not?" He asked, looking over at the box.

"Hopefully not." Landon saw that she was, in fact, holding a board game box.
"What's that?" He asked, and Lillian answered with a smile.
"It's a board game called Root. I used to play it when I was younger."

"It seems cool." He grabbed a pair of boots from under his bed.
"There's a character I think you'd like to play as." Lillian opened the box and grabbed a little wooden figure. She handed it to him.

"Oh my fucking god, is that a racoon?" He beamed, inspecting it closely.
"Yeah. It plays as a solo character in the game. It's a Vagabond." He nodded, handing it back to her.

"That sounds exactly like me." Lillian agreed, and he grabbed his bag. It had a lighter, a basically full pack of cigarettes, and his wallet. Also, a powered off phone just in case this date went horribly wrong and he needed to call Natasha or Sofia to come save him.

His protective dagger was tucked into the inside of his left boot, hidden away from view or security.

"Don't get in trouble." Lillian warned, and Landon fake-complained.
"That's the only thing I'm good at!" She hummed in acknowledgement, and he asked, "Can I have a hug before I go?"

Lillian gave him a hug, and he smiled.
"Right, well. I should be back around 10:30, if it." Lillian nodded, and he left.

It was getting dark out, and he was glad for his jacket. He slowly made his way to the cinema, arriving within minutes. He waited patiently until 8:04 until he got bored and opened his bag.