My Wolf-man

Chapter 17 ~ A Cotton Candy Sky

We pulled off the highway and my eyes were literally about to fall out of my head. I'd never been outside of my route to school and home, and now of course the mall, but I couldn't move my eyes enough to catch all of the new details I was observing.

There were billboards and signs everywhere, like ants on an ant hill. They were so colourful, each portraying different messages. There was one with a mint leaf and mint lollies. There was one with a pair of dead lungs and cigarette smoke flowing around it. There was one with three teenage girls laughing and holding shopping bags, each flaunting their credit cards. There was also a massive building in the distance, and there was signs flaunting "International Airport", our destination. I sucked in a sharp breath, my eyes widening in awe.

My nose was pressed on the glass and I was leaving little condensation patches from my warm breath. I could see Aiden smirking at me through the side mirror, and I sat back a bit, remembering the first time he teased me when I did the same thing.

In my dazed state, Aiden reached across and grabbed my hand, linking his fingers with mine. I gave him a dazzling smile, unable to hide the excitement that was practically bubbling inside me.

He gave me a smile, his cute dimples making my knees go weak even though I was sitting down.

"Ready?" he whispered in my mind. I nodded vigourously. I really was. I wasn't even sad anymore. I was too excited to fly on a plane for the first time in my life. Although I did still feel sad that there were so many thing's I'd never experienced, like flying on a plane, I would someday. I wouldn't get a choice anyway, haha. Aiden would probably make me. I let out a little giggle unintentionally, and saw Lucy grin from the backseat at me, her eyes letting off a little twinkle.

I was almost too giddy to sit still. I had my hands tucked underneath me, and tried steeling my spine against my movements, but it didn't really work.

I saw a sign saying "drop off" where a whole bunch of cars were stopping and people were getting out with a whole car filled with bags, but we didn't go that way, making me slightly confused. If we weren't going where everyone else was going, where were we going. I guessed a carpark, but I doubted Aiden would want to leave his expensive and posh car out in the open. And he said someone would be driving it back.

We slowly drove down a straight road, and I saw a metal fence up ahead with a red and white horizontal post stopping cars from going through. There were a few men walking around in navy blue suits, with gold embellishments on the front and shoulders of each guard. They were walking around with guns, immediately making me think of being in a prison.

I gulped, trying to stifle my fear. I hadn't done anything wrong, so why was I acting so scared? I didn't know.

"It's to protect people for entering the runway," Aiden explained, quenching the confusion growing inside me.

"Why are we going to the runway?" I asked him. He looked at me and gave me a cute smile, showing off his dimples. "You'll see," he whispered.

We stopped in front of the post, and Aiden wound down the window. A very intimidating guard came up to the window and scrutionised all of us, especially Aiden. I could almost imagine him trying to hide his smirk about a bunch of teenagers having enough balls to ask to enter the runway.

"What section?" the guard asked, boredom clearly laced in his voice as if this was the last thing he wanted to be doing.

"2" Aiden replied.

"Security number?" he asked.

"10673."

"Pass," he asked, holding out his hand. His bored expression disappeared when he realised Aiden actually had enough information - the right information - to enter. Aiden handed him a silver card, that looked identical to a credit card, but obviously wasn't because we weren't in a mall. The guard went and touched the pass to a black box hanging on the side of the wall. The gate popped open, and the guard gave the pass back to Aiden.