Sweet Dreams

Chapter 15

"Jade. Jaaade. Oh my Jesus are you kidding me. Jaade. JADE!"

I bolt up in a scare. Banging my head on the back of the seat in the act. Pain jolts through my head. "Owww." I say voice raspy full of sleep. I look to see Jordan hunched over in fits of laughter. I punch him in the chest.

"That wasn't very nice." I say looking around. The whole plane was empty. I turn back towards. "Where is everyone? Did we carsh? Did they all evacuate the plane? HOW DID I SLEEP THROUGH ALL THIS!" I say getting up but only to be pulled back down by the seat belt. "No the plane didn't crash, it landed. Welcome to Pairs, Madamoiselle." Jordan says in a fake French accent grabbing our bags from up top storage bin.

I lift up the blind in the window and look out. Sun light blinds me as I stare out the window. Nothing seems too different just the fact all the signs where written in French. But then again, this is only the view of the airport and runway. I unbuckle my seat belt and get up. Jordan hands me my bag and we maneuver our way to the front of the plane. "Thank you for flying with us on this wonderful morning! I hope you have a splendidlyachious day! Bye Bye now!" Kelly says giving me the most fake smile ever. I roll my eyes and exit the plane.

As I exit the terminal, a whole other anxiety shoots through me. This is Paris, Fance. Halfway across the world. I have no idea where to go. Jordan comes from behind me grabbing my hand. I smile at him. At least I'm not alone.

We walk through the airport. Crowded by tons of people. We keep looking up to the signs to give me any source of direction to the exit, forgetting they're all written in French. Eventually end up finding the front doors. We emerged into the crisp Paris air. Lines of the cabs waited outside the airport.

Jordan flagged one down and it pulled up beside us. The man gets out of the car. "Ou es votre baggage?" he asks giving us a funny look. "What did he say?" Jordan askes. I shrug. I didn't speak a word of French. The only thing I caught was baggage. So I'm guessing he's asking about why we have no bags. "No.No bags. Just these." I say pointing to my backpack. "Do you speak English?  English?" I say. He gives me a confused look...Seriously...

"We're from United States! U.SA! We speak English!" His expression doesn't change. "Oh my gosh, Jordan. What are we foing to do." I say to him facing him. All the sudden I hear a bellowing laughter.  I turn to see the driver hunched over in laughter. I raise my brow and exchange a look with Jordan.

"You silly American girl! You should have seen your face! I'm just playing with you. I can speak English." he says in a thick French accent. I force a laugh and walk over to the car. I get in on one side and Jordan gets in the other.

The driver gets into his seat then we drive off. "So where do you want to go?" he asks looking back at us through the rearview mirror. "To the closest hostile please. It doesn't matter which one." Jordan says. "Ahh. I know what you're doing." the driver says programing an adress into his GPS.

My heart leaps. What? He knows? I can also feel Jordan tense up."Y-You do?" I ask with a slight nervous stutter. "Of course! Your backpacking across Europe!" he says. "Yes! That's exactly what we're doing here!" Jordan says relaxing a little. I breath a sigh of relief.

"Oh yes. I've always wanted to backpack across the world. It was my dream that I would do it after high school with a bunch of buddies of mine.  But it never happened." he says with a shrug. I nod understandingly. He continues ro come up with pointless conversation. Its actually nice that he's making the effort to get to know us.

And for that, we tipped him handsomely. As soon as he drove off, we turn and walk into the hostile. It was a lot like the hostile back home. Sad and gloomy. But it'll do. We go up to the counter and the man hands us our key to our room.

We walk up and find our room. The room is not too bad. Its your basic room with white walls and Ikea furniture. I choose the window bed and flop down on it. The Jet lag is terrible. I feel so energized but its only around 7 pm here so its dinner time.

"Just drop you bag off here. We can head downstairs for dinner." Jordan says throwing his backpack on the bed. "How about we go out tonight?" I ask getting up from the bed. He turns to me. "What? Why?" I chuckle. "Why not? I think we deserve a little bit of luxury considering what we have been through. Don't you think?" I ask in my mock persuasive tone. He chuckles and nods in agreement. "I suppose we have."

"Good." I say walking over to Jordan and linking my arm in his. "Plus, I don't know if I can take anymore of that mush this place calls food." I laugh as we skip out of the room.

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"Okay so it'll probably be best if you order the cheapest thing in the menu. So we can save the money." Jordan says after the waitress leaves. I pick up the menu she gave me. "But you know I really wanted to try one of those Crepes. Apparently their like flat pancakes, and I love me my pancakes." I say pointing out the delicious picture of a chicken crepe.

"Its almost 20 Euros! Of course you pick the most expensive meal on the menu." Jordan shakes his head. "How about you order the Soup of the Day?" he says pointing at the menu. I crinkle my nose. I don't like soup. Its so wierd and unnatural. You're eating a liquid. Like that's just wierd.

"How about I get the crepes but with I'll have it with water." I say wiggling my eye brows. He huffs a sigh. "Deal. But you're using your money." he says pointing his finger at me. I smile and nod. "But that is very un-gentleman like." I say folding the menu back up. He raises a brow at me. "What do you mean?"

"You know, making the girl pay. I thought you were better than that." I say my lips twitching into a smirk. He rolls his eyes and chuckles.

Soon enough, I saw the waitress with our food. My stomach flips with excitement.  She places it in front of me and I didn't even have time to say thank you before I find myself shoveling it  into my face. This is the first time in a long time that I've had real food.

Jordan doesn't even question my behavior. He's known me for 13 years, he's aware of how much I love to eat and that when I eat, do not disrupt me. He just quietly sips on his little bowl of that slop he calls soup.

After we finish we go straight back to the hostile. As much as I wish I can stroll along the streets and sightsee and enjoy being here, we are here with a purpose and we need to plan it out.

I flop back down on my bed and cuddle into the blankets. "Jordan." I mumble. "Yeah?" he asks while he gets into the other bed beside me. "Its Day 6." he rubs the back of his neck.

"What are we going to do? We never really had a sturdy plan. We just decided to fly over here in hopes I have another dream that could give us another clue." I say. He turns to me. "What if I don't get another dream? And we never find out where she is? This whole thing would be for nothing." I sigh.

"Don't you dare think like that. We will find her. I don't know how but we are going to do it and we are going to make it through." he says. "But we have no idea what we're going up against, Jordan. These guys, her kidnappers I mean, look really dangerous. Maybe this wasn't the smartest idea. Jesus we're only kids!" I exclaim throwing my hands in the air.

"Hey! I'm turning 16 in a month! I can practically drive! I'm tough. I'll beat em' up." he says flexing his little noodles of arms. "You're not taking this seriously, Jordan! We could end up in jail! Or dead!"

"Everything is going to be fine, Jade. Okay? You're just going to have to trust me." he says. There he goes again with the 'Trust me' thing. That must be my kryptonite or something. Because every time he pulls that card on me, I can't help but crumble.

"This conversation isn't over." I grumble turning over on my side away from him. I hear him sigh and the clicking of the lamp turning off. And then the room became dark.