Wishing for Hope

Chapter 24

Lane can't do this to me. He can't walk into my life and make me feel something for this world again and then tell me he likes me. He can't do that.

Caleb died almost 5 months ago and I'm not even close to thinking about a relationship. Especially with Lane.

We arrived in New York and I quickly got off the plane. Lane trailed behind Porter, Conner and I as we made our way to the baggage claim. There wasn't a lot of people here considering it was 2 in the morning so we all four stood there waiting for our luggage.

I quickly looked over at Lane and he was staring ahead with a stern look of his face. I knew that face, he was in deep thought. I kept stealing glances at him but the whole time he had that same look on his face.

Oh how I wanted to just see a smile on his stupid face. My bag came around and I went to grab it but Lane got it before I could. I looked up at him but he wouldn't even look at me.

After we grabbed everything we went outside and Lane got us a taxi. While driving into the city it looked so beautiful. I could see the lights from a distance and the skyscrapers. I was in awe.

Once I was up close to the buildings and we were driving through the city I couldn't even see the top of the skyscrapers. They towered over this little yellow cab.

We stopped in front of a hotel and piled out of the taxi. The hotel was really nice. I mean super nice, like 5 star nice.

None of them seemed fazed and here I was feeling like little orphan Annie. I was looked around the beautiful hotel lobby. Everything was gold with twinkling lights everywhere with chandeliers hanging from the ceiling. The couches were white and the floor was white with gold specks. The front desk was marble and Lane was up there talking to someone while I still looked around the lobby.

Conner grabbed my arm and drug me to the elevators when Lane got our rooms keys.

Our room was huge with a kitchen and everything. I walked into the bathroom and there was a huge bathtub with a shower. A marble counter with two sinks, and a huge mirror. The whole room was beautiful.

I walked back into the room and I saw two king sized beds. There was a huge flat screen and a desk beside it. I looked out the window and we had a view of Central Park.

I sat on one of the beds with a huge smile on my face. I was in New York. I finally left Alaska and I was in a five star hotel looking out on to Central Park at 4 in the morning.

I was in New York without Caleb.

But for some reason it seemed okay. I was with Conner and Porter and I was with Lane. I looked over at them and Porter and Conner had passed out on the other bed. Lane was in the bathroom so I decided to quickly change.

Lane walked out when I got done changing and he was only wearing sweat pants that huge low on his hips. I sucked in a breath when I saw him and I watched him turn off the light then walk over towards me. There was some light coming through the windows from the city. We made eye contact for a moment until he broke it and then laid down.

Since Porter and Conner passed out on the other bed, Lane and I had to share this one. I looked back at Lane and he seemed to already be asleep. I went to my side and laid down.

Lane was facing me so I stared at his face as creepy as that sounds. After a minute or two his eyes opened and I quickly looked away. When he closed them I looked back over and admired his face once again.

He had a strong jaw line and his dirty blonde hair was swept across his forehead. I noticed the small freckles across his nose and around his face. I wish he had his eyes open so I could see his green eyes. After awhile I realized how creepy I was just staring at him so I turned over and feel asleep.