Dylan & Ally's Immortal Love #Wattys2015

Chapter 38: Spending time with Dad, Dylan, and Hunter.

Chapter: 38
"Oh my God, please let me try this!" I tugged at Dylan's hand.

Dad looked at me, and nodded. I squealed as we entered the shop. Manhattan was really beautiful! And the shops were all gorgeous! So here I was, dragging my dad and Dylan into stores, trying on random clothes.

Well, we are back from Washington and Brooklyn. We had a blast! It was absolutely amazing!

Oh... You want to know what we did?

Let me get you back to last night.

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"Wow," was all I said. What more can you say to express total shock, and astonishment?!

I sat on the leather seat, feeling comfortable. Dylan slumped in his seat next to me. "Isn't this amazing, or what?" I exclaimed, looking around.

It was so fancy! Like one of these private jets for celebrities! It had me questioning my dad's business... How could he raise all of this money?!

There were leather seats, and a fridge, a mini bar, sink, television, tables, bathrooms, and all the fancy things!

"I guess, you two drink, don't you?" My dad gave me a look.

I glanced at Dylan, "do you have Pepsi?"

Dad snickered, taking out two Pepsi cans, and handing them to us.

"Al," Dylan trailed, looking pale. "I was distracted by all of this luxury, that I forgot that we are going to 'fly' over New York!"

"Oops," I whispered, getting worried for Dylan. "Tell him!"

"No," he shook his head, looking freaked out.

"Tell him, or I will!" I whisper-shouted.

"Ally!" He grabbed my hand, "it's okay. This will help me get over my fear!"

"Are you sure?" I asked.

He breathed in, and out, plastering a smile on his face. "Yes," he nodded, resting his head on the seat. "As long as you don't let go of my hand!"

"I won't," I giggled. "I'm proud of you!"

He grinned, breathing out nervously. I felt gaze on me, and saw my dad looking at us with an admiring smile. I raised an eyebrow, and tilted my head to the side, giving him a questionable look. He just shook his head, chuckling to himself, then sat on one of the seats.

The jet started moving, shaking a bit because of the rocks on the runway. Dylan took in a deep breath, squeezing my hand. I looked at him, with a smile on my face... I adore flying, while he is afraid of it. The plane took off, and Dylan's hand trembled a bit.

"Are you going to look at the beautiful city?" I whispered.

"I can't," he whimpered, squeezing his eyes shot.

"You can," I placed my free hand on his cheek. "It's an amazing view! We are safe, don't worry!"

He panted, opening one eye, then shutting it. "I hate this!"

I giggled, "don't be scared!" I leaned to him, my lips making contact with his cheek. "You can do it," I spoke softly, "open you eyes."

He took in a deep breath, opening his eyes slowly, then sighed deeply.

"Look at me," I ordered. He slowly turned his head, making eye contact with me. I smiled, "see? We're safe!"

He squeezed my hand, as he gazed outside.

"There you go!" I said, cheerfully. "You're brave!"

He grinned, the lights of New York City getting reflected on his eyes. "Wow!" He whispered.