"Hello ladies and gentlemen, We are approximately 5 minutes from landing at the Montreal airport. Local time here is 8:18 PM, and it is currently 17 degrees Celsius. We hope you enjoy your stay in Montreal, and if this is not your final destination, we hope you have a great time wherever it may be. Thank you for choosing Air Canada, and we hope you have a great night."
My eyes fluttered open to the sound over the intercom. I looked out the window and I could see all of the lights from the city. It looked so beautiful, I couldn't wait to explore this beautiful place. I looked to my left to see Max asleep. So peaceful. I had to wake him anyway.
"Maxxxxxxx, come on, we're almost there." I said as I shook my contrary brother to wake him up. I guess the both of us were asleep for most of the trip, so I guess we'll be up late tonight.
His black shaggy hair was all messed up, and out of place, and it looked like he had been drooling a little bit.
"Okay okay, I'm up." He said, slurring his words a little bit. I chuckled to myself, and turned to look out the window. It was perfect timing, because the second I looked out, the wheels were on the ground.
This was it. My new home. The new chapter of my life.
I unbuckled my seatbelt, and went to undo Max's, but the landing must have woken him up, cause he was already standing up, getting our suitcases from the overhead bin.
We only brought our carry ons, and one suitcase each, that were small enough to put overhead. We have enough stuff to last us a week, cause the rest of our stuff is getting shipped in this weekend sometime. It was Tuesday, so we didn't have too long to wait.
The line in front of us started to move, and Max and I proceeded down the isle, and out of the plane. We walked down the tunnel, and we entered our gate.
I was never in this airport before, so it was a really good that they had good signage all around.
We followed the signs, and we eventually got to the exit. We stepped outside, and the fresh air was so refreshing. I took a deep breath in, and enjoyed the environment.
"Do you have the address to the hotel we're staying at?" I asked Max as we made our way over to the car rental.
"It's not a hotel you dumbass. It's a luxury suite. And yes, I have it right here." He says, showing me his phone with the address written in his notes. I just roll my eyes at him, and wait for him to come out of the rental.
I decide now is a good time to message Shawna back, so I take out my phone.
"I already miss you and the city so much, and it has only been like 4 hours since I left?? I love you so so much, thanks for everything while I was in Ed. I'm really gonna miss it.
But hell yes omg i can't wait for you to come here gal, it's so beautiful! We only got here about 10 minutes ago, but I love it! Nothing like Beaumont. I'll be sure to get season tickets for the habs, and you can come with me when you get here;) Love you Shawn"
I can't take the smile off of my face as I type the message to my best friend. I can't help but wonder if I'll ever find someone as good as her. Even if they were half as good as her, I'd be happy, because no one could ever replace her.
As soon as I hit send, Max comes out, swinging the keys around on his fingers. He then throws me over the keys, and I'm just quick enough to catch them. "You're driving. Again." He said as he walks away. Guess I'm driving.
"I think this is it? Maybe it's not? Check your god damn phone Max!" I say, looking to my left, then to my right trying to find the "suite". Meanwhile, Max is on his phone, texting his girlfriend back home, who probably won't be his girlfriend for very long. He can barely keep a relationship with someone on the other side of the street.. I don't think he can keep a relationship with someone on the other side of the country.
"Wait........." He trails off, as his fingers still type away. But I didn't need him, because I see it now.
I pull into the parking lot, and park the car. Max looks up at me with a confused look on his face. "What are y-"
I cut him off before he could finish. "We're here you bitch. Maybe if you got off your fucking phone you'd know." I say to him taking the keys out of the ignition. I open the door, and get my bags from the back seat, with Max doing the same thing.
This place was basically an apartment building, nothing like a hotel. It's not a place where you go for a vacation, it's more like a place you'd live. It even looked like it had a penthouse on the top. I wonder who lives there?
We walk through the main doors, and are greeted by two friendly men, who took our bags from us.
"Which floor may you two be on?" The man to the right of me said, in the cutest French accent I have ever heard.
"Uhhhhh, 8 I think?" Max says, checking his phone.
I told him that I would just go check in to double check.
It took a couple of minutes for someone to help me, but after a few minutes, they told me that we were on floor 12. Where the fuck did Max get 8 from 12?
I called over the men, and told them that we were on floor 12, in room 1211. They went ahead of us, and I'm assuming that they brought our bags up to our room.
Max was sitting on one of the couches in the lobby, looking out the window.
"Max? What are you looking it?" I ask, making my way over to him.
"Oh, there's just a bunch of habs fans outside. There's like 20 girls, all wearing jerseys or shirts, which is weird because it's not like there's a game or anything right?"
I was surprised, as to what he was saying. How could I not have realized that there were many teenage girls outside? "No no, there's no game. Trust me I would know. And plus, the season doesn't start until tomorrow night." I said to him, making my way towards the couch.
I was now really curious as to why all of the girls were outside. It didn't seem to make sense to me.
But then it clicked in. Maybe one of the habs players lived here? Or lived in the penthouse?
"Max, what if one of the habs players live here?!" I say to him, trying to be quiet. There's so much excitement in my voice, I actually might get to meet a habs player!
"Damn, I bet you're right!" He says standing up.
"Oh my god! What if it's Gallagher? Or Beaulieu? Or De La Rose?! Max, Just imagine if it was De La Rose!" I say, nearly jumping up and down. I loved them all so so much, I wouldn't be able to sleep at night if they lived here!
"Wellllll......" Max says as he makes his way to the elevator.
I start to get worried. "Max... What are you doing??" I say making my way after him.
"We're gonna go see who lives there. We are gonna go to the top floor, then just say we hit the wrong button. Not a big deal." He said, calling the elevator.
"No no no no.. He's gonna think we're so weird! And who said that they lived in the penthouse? It might be someone who lives in one of the apartments!" I say trying to drag my brother back. But since he's much stronger than me, He doesn't move an inch, and just drags me into the elevator with him, and pressed floor number 18, which is the highest one there.
The elevator doors close. The elevator starts to go up, and I can feel my legs starting to give out. I absolutely hate elevators, and this situation doesn't make it any better. My heart starts to beat so quick, I think that the fans outside can hear it.
"I guess we are going to find out." Max says to me, as the elevator door opens, revealing a very long hallway.
