Unexpected (lesbian story)

Disney world

We stood side by side in the baggage claim, neither of us saying a word to a each other. I cleared my throat awkwardly. Angel didn't even look at me. I went back to scanning the bags, slowly sliding down the conveyor belt. I didn't see the matching, bright purple suitcases, that Angel had gotten us. I turned towards Angel, about to say that I didn't see them, when I saw her half way across the room, dragging the two suitcases towards where I was standing. I ran over to help her.

"You could've told me that you saw them" I said, annoyed. "I would've helped."

"I don't need your help" Angel said coldly. She handed me my suitcase, still refusing to look at me while she did it. I bit my lip, feeling uncomfortable. I stared at my feet.

"Uh-Angel? I um- I'm really sorry about the whole plane-" Angel stuck her hand in front of my face to silence me.

"Violet, I don't want to hear about it. Let's just go" she said, pulling the handle of her suitcase up, and walking in the opposite direction. I sighed, and followed her. We reached the front doors of the airport, and she walked right out. Where is she going? Does she already have a ride prepared? I followed her out the doors, and gasped. She stood, waiting for me, in front of a huge bus. But it wasn't just any bus. It had the Disney logo on the side, and it read- "Disney transport bus."

'We're going to Disney World?" I asked, trying to contain my excitement. I had wanted to go to Disney World ever since I was a little girl. But with my parents divorce, my mother's new job, and then my father's disappearance, I had never made it there. But how had Angel known that? Angel gave me a cold look, and nodded. I walked over to her, and put my bag in the storage area under the bus. She did the same, and we both climbed on. Once everyone had settled, and boarded the bus, the driver sat down and began driving. He was a nice man. He gave us an introduction to himself and to Disney World, over the bus intercom. Then, he played us a video, showing us various rides, activities, and pictures of all the Disney parks and interactions. By then, I was practically vibrating in my seat. I had dreamed of coming to Disney World for the longest time. And now I was here. Angel, on the other hand, sat still and silently next to me. She showed no sign of excitement, or any emotion, for that matter. I stopped bouncing in my seat, and bit my lip again. I felt really bad. My little "stunt" on the plane had pretty much ruined this whole trip for her. I had only done it because I was upset, hurt, and angry. But Angel was so pissed at me that I felt explaining it to her like that, might not have the best response. So I sat, and watched the rest of the video.

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We were almost the last people off the bus. They stopped at hotel after hotel. But Angel made no move to get up for any of them, so I remained seated. Finally, we stopped at a hotel called "Port Orleans-Riverside" and Angel stood up, and began walking towards the exit, motioning for me to follow. We hopped off the bus, and waited while the bus driver retrieved our bags. Thanking him, we turned to face the front of the hotel. It was very beautiful. It was decorated to look like something from Disney's Princess and the Frog. So of course, it had a very 1920's New Orleans, look to it. I let out a small gasp of wonder and amazement. I turned to look at Angel, but saw she wasn't there. I turned my head in every direction, looking to see where she'd gone. Then, I caught a glimpse of her sleek, black hair. Grabbing the handle of my bag, I ran after her, dragging it behind me. "Angel! Wait up!" I called after her. She didn't slow down. I was panting by this point. I had never been much of a runner. I ran into the lobby of the beautiful hotel building, and stopped, bent double, gasping for breath. When I stood back up, still breathing heavily, I spotted her by the front desk, talking to someone, who I assumed was some sort of guest services person. I walked over, glaring furiously at the back of her head. Once I was right behind her, I heard her thank the young man who she'd been talking to. Then, she turned around. I was staring her directly in the eyes now. Her face changed from a polite, friendly smile, to a cold, hard, angry look. I returned her look of contempt.