The Mistake [Norman Reedus] Book One {{COMPLETED}}

Chapter 2

I was asleep for most of the flight, after me and N talked for about an hour.  

I jumped awake and my instinct was to grab a hold of something as the plane hit the hard ground in a long screech.  My hand ended up clutching onto N's arm, who was staring at me with a face that looked like he wanted to laugh.  To be honest, N didn't seem like his regular age.  He acted like a 17 year old!  He was bubbly, and crazy, and he understood everything.  

"Sorry, ha, I just didn't expect to wake up that way."  I said, pulling may hand away and shifting around in my chair.  

He chuckled a little, and pulled his jacket on.  I saw the corner of a white design on the back, but I couldn't tell what it was.  I didn't think that I should try and look stupid again to find out something small, so I just stopped thinking about that.  

The intercom switched on, and the instructor informed us on what we needed to do.  We all obeyed, and we ended up sitting in our seats for another twenty minutes after that.  

The lady then told us that we were able to get up, and move about the plane, and report to the main station (Which she described as the airport.)  

I yawned, and slowly stretched up.  N  quickly stood up, cracking his knuckles and his back, grabbing his carry-on from the roof cartridge.   I laughed at his "Old man approach"  and slung my bag over my shoulder.  

"You wanna follow me to where I'm staying?"  He asked, turning around to face me before we could get to the tunnel.  I hesitated, but slowly nodded after a moment.  I didn't really have any where else to stay, so, that was nice of him.  

He turned back around, and I suspected that I should follow him the whole way.  

We were in the big halls of restaurants and bakeries now, heading to the luggage belt.  

"You wanna drink?"  He asked pointing to a bar.  

I knew that since of course I was old enough (24) and I knew that people usually don't offer me drinks. I agreed and walked with him towards the small little bar.  

We were about halfway in, when a couple of yelling women and girls with papers and markers in their grasp.  

N quickly ripped off his jacket, and that's when I realized that I meant to look at the patch on the back.  He rolled it around his arm, "Fake!  It's fake."  He sighed as the ladies groaned and walked away.  "I'll explain later."  He said, gently nudging me with his elbow to keep moving.  

I walked up to the tall chairs at the back of the bar, and sat to the one that had one empty seat next to it.  N took the seat next to me, and I asked for a Pepsi.  To be honest, my stomach wasn't really settle enough yet for beer.  

"What?! No Beer!?"  He asked, surprised.   I kind of laughed and he rolled his eyes at me. N smiled,  and ordered our drinks.  

I quietly sipped at my drink, as N  chugged his like it was the only water he's had in 30 years.  It just wasn't water.  He ordered two shots, and looked at me through his sunglasses.  

"What is it?" I asked, kind of feeling like I let him down for not buying an alcoholic beverage.  "Nothing, I just like you.  Your sweet."  He smirked. 

I made a funny face, "We just met..." I said awkwardly. 

"Ha Ha, No!  Not like that, sweetie. I think your just pretty cool.  You know, being that you ride a bike, too."  He smiled at me, a little.  I laughed, and did my best to finish most of the drink.

The bar tender walked over, and slammed down two tiny glasses full of a brownish colored liquid.  N slurped them down in a split second and slapped a 20 on the table.  I got up, and followed him out as we made our way to our luggage.