Alone Together. [An OM&M FanFic]

Chapter 26: Nightmares.

Hannah.

"Hello passengers! Welcome to the landing strip of Oregon's airport! We hope you enjoyed your flight, and fly with us again soon!" The peppy voice of the squeaky woman came through the speakers and made my excitement spring up.

I turned to the snoring Ashby next to me, who was slumped in his seat and had his hands resting on his small stomach like an old, beer bellied man, and shook him. "Alan! Alan wake up!" I shook harder and when his face smacked into the side of his chair from my aggressive shaking, he popped up straight in his seat and looked at me angrily.

"What the fuck?" He grumbled and rubbed his face with the heel of his hand aggressively.

"We're landing Asshole!" I countered and the seatbelt light binged on. I clipped him and myself as we dipped and landed on the ground, finally, after a long flight.

The plane came to a slow and we landed bumpily, so naturally Alan was acting like a cat, clawing at the seats and making cat in heat sounds until we were at a full and complete stop. My stomach was cramped up and felt bruised from the inside out with laughter. People exiting and standing to look for my loud and, horrendous sounding Scuttle laugh, were staring and giving us strange looks thanks to our weirdness.

"What are you two doing?" Aaron asked, sounding a little freaked out by my loud laughter and my red face. I gasped for breath and unbuckled to stand and calm down, or atleast try to.

"Alan- looked.. SO FUNNY.." I spoke in between deep breaths and grabbed my stomach as tears were trailing down my cheeks. "You missed it." I managed at the end, coughing and wiping away my tears as I took one last deep breath and calmed myself. I scooted out into the isle and reached up in the cabinets above us and grabbed my carry on as Aaron continued to block the way for other passengers.

"Wow, uh, okay." He licked his lips weirdly and scooted past me, Phil at his heels, giving us another weird look.

"Come on Alan." I encouraged, sounding like a mom who wishes her son wouldn't be so lazy. I took his carry on out too and tossed the small duffelbag into his lap, getting an Oof! Sound in response and slowly unbuckling and following me out.

We were the last of the group to exit, and when we did, Austin and Daddy Carlile were holding our luggage like two, ready to go, parents.

"What?" We asked in unison, and Daddy Carlile cracked a smile. They shook their heads at us, handed us our things, and as a group once again, headed out to the car that was suppose to be waiting for us to take us to the hotel.

Oregon was busier than I'd expected, there were more angry people here than in my house back home. Well, the home before the home I have now with Austin..

My thoughts started to take over from there and I was silent the whole ride through the towns and bustling streets, past malls and big houses on occasion, till we bumped up a hill, leading into the hotel parking lot.

We parked and I tried to give my in depth, over thinking thoughts a minute to relax as we all got out in a big, black and red dressed, cluster, and shuffled inside to the front desk where it continued to be crowded.

"Hello there Sir! Is there anything I can help you with today? Welcome to Hyatt Hotel!" She was grinning from ear to ear, as if she actually could love a job where at all hours there's groups of loud families, overly PDA couples, and screaming children coming in and out of here.

I realized I was frowning, thanking God this wasn't my destiny, and immediately rubbed the condescending look from my forehead.

"Yes, we have a room booked for us?" Daddy Carlile sounded unsure, which made me unsure, but that just added on to the thought I had when he said A ROOM. Just one?! I was gnawing on my lip and looking around the lobby as the receptionist started clicking away at her keys for an answer.