For Better or Worse (TMR cast fanfic)

Chapter 18

As I made my way out, I called for Jasmine. "Jasmine? Jasmine!" I yelled.

I heard footsteps and I saw her. She looked extremely embarrassed. "Hey," she said awkwardly.

"Thanks, you got us kicked out," I mumbled sarcastically.

"Hey, I told you I would run. But you didn't listen and let the spider live."

"It was a spider the size of a PENNY," I exclaimed.

"I don't care. I hate spiders in every way possible."

"Well thanks to your phobia we just lost the amazing opportunity of a life time," I muttered, heading for the exit.

Jasmine groaned. "Sorry. There, I said it. Does that make you feel better?"

"Not really."

"Then stop taking it out on me. We both knew deep down inside that this wouldn't last."

I sighed. "You're right. I was just caught up in the moment and I didn't want it to end."

Jasmine came over and hugged me. "It was fun while it lasted, to say the least."

"Yeah," I agreed. "Sorry I went psycho on you."

"It's okay. My phobia is a bit extreme, I'll admit that."

I laughed. "Let's just get out of here."

"Agreed," she nodded.

"But one question, how the heck are we gonna afford a plane ticket to get home?"

"Uhh... Good question," she said.

"How much money do you have on you?" I asked.

She pulled out her purse and started counting the bills in her wallet. "$70," she said.

"Okay, and I've got... $50..." I mumbled.

"That is nowhere near enough to get plane tickets back home for two!"

"I know..." I sighed.

"Hey," I suddenly heard a voice call out. It was Thomas.

"Oh, hi there," Jasmine said, her voice bubbly.

"I heard you ladies are in a bit of a predicament?"

"Yeah, we are," I sighed.

"Well, I don't mind helping out," he said.

"Really? You don't have to..." I said.

"No, please. I don't mind. How much do you need?"

"Well, tickets are about $350 each... and we have $120... so we'll need about $480 more..." I replied.

Thomas then pulled out his wallet and started counting bills. "No way," Jasmine gasped.

"...490, and 500," Thomas finished, then held out the bills.

"Who keeps that much money in their wallet?" Jasmine asked, gazing at the money.

"You'd be surprised," he replied.

"I- we- we can't take your money," I started.

"You girls need to get home, correct?" he asked.

"Yes," Jasmine replied.

"Then take it, I don't mind," Thomas said.

"Okay," I said wearily, taking the bills. "Thank you so much."

"No problem," he smiled.

"Well, we'd better go. Thank you again," I said, and Jasmine nodded. "Tell the crew that I had a great time."