To The End

28 Cabernet (Bit of a filler, sorry)

     "....a hotel? Why?" Chloe shrugs. "Everyone is worn out, and we've got a few days without any shows."

        "I'm thrilled. I don't know how many times I've fallen out of that bunk." Everyone laughs at me, but I pout. We all got our own hotel rooms (except Mikey and I.). I was beginning to wonder whether Mikey was awake or not, he’d been so quiet.

        "Mikey?” I whisper. “What?” he returns in the same hushed tone. “I’m bored.” he chuckles. “Me too. Why are we whispering?” I shrug, “No idea” I return to my normal level of speech, which is actually quite annoyingly loud. “What time is it?” he looks at his watch. “It’s twelve p.m.” I sigh. “Is there a comic book store around here?”

        “Not sure. But you’ve got to be lugging around at least a bag of comics by now.” I sit up, “I like this, because each store has different variety to choose from."

        "Can we at least look for one? Or a Hot Topic? Or a music store?" He nods. "Sure, wanna grab some lunch too?" I nod. We grab out stuff then leave the room. Walking down the street, we're holding hands, exploring. "Mikey. Where the hell are we?"

        "In town" I nod, "I know that, but I mean... Where?" He looks around. "Vancouver, British Columbia." I stop. "We're in Canada?" He looks back at me. He nods, "didn't you notice the abundance of Canadian accents?" I shake my head, then continue walking. He resumes his grip on my hand. "I've never been out of the country before." Mikey sighs.

        "Really?" He nods. "Our family wasn't the richest...." He looks over at me, his chestnut eyes catching a glimmer of sunlight. "Have you?" I laugh. "Lots." He makes a face. "Where?" Recalling the places I've been, I think for a while. "Italy. France. Japan. Germany— I'm German, so obviously. The U.K."

        I giggle. "It's my first time in Canada, though." He stops, searching our surroundings. To our left, a convenience store with much too many flyers pasted on the front. Nonsense about new bands, clubs and some fundraisers. To our right, a boutique, showcasing cute little children's clothes in the glass windows.

        Some ways ahead of us, there is a sound. Rather familiar, but I can't pinpoint exactly what it is. As we continue walking, I realize that it's the sound of go-karts speeding around a track. Once we reach them, I realize they are only for young children. Next to the track, is a mini golf course. I giant blue Tyrannosaurus-rex stands, a life size model I believe.

        "Want to go play mini golf?" I shrug, "sure. But I'm warning you. I suck."

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        Mikey and I are crying from laughter, leaning on each other so we don't fall down. I'd hit the golf ball alright. All the way across the freeway.. "Well..." Mikey coughs, still recovering.

        "That wraps up our game. Shall we sneak out?"I nod. We leave out putters on a bench, then head out a gate in the back. I don't know why we snuck out instead of paying 25¢.

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        Mikey and I basically ditched the rest of the band and go out to dinner alone. We haven't had any time to spend alone lately. The waitress walks up, she has a fake smile set on her face. Dark hair falls from her ponytail, slightly covering her crystal blue eyes.

        "Hi, my name is Michelle, I'll be your sever for this evening. Can I get you guys something to drink?" Mikey nods. "Pepsi?" She nods and looks to me. "I'd like Pepsi also." I smile. "Okay, I'll be right back out." She says, placing menus on the table.

        "Pepsi? I thought you'd go for a Cabernet, maybe. But Pepsi is classy, even for you." I shrug. "Wasn't in the mood." He raises his eyebrow. "Sure."he says, a sarcastic tone heavy in his voice.