Hannah in Wonderland

Chapter Three~ Chicago (The Tourist Side)

Hannah

"Carissaaaaa!" I squealed as my bestfriend got out of her car. She just moved to Baltimore, Maryland and came all the way to Miami to get me.

"Just as tan as ever!" she exaggerated as she came to hug me.

"Yeah, whatever! As if we could actually tan?! How are you?!" I pulled back to look at her beaming face.

"I'm fab you know," she said walking around, "Doing the do, cutting the cake, you know."

"I don't know, actually," I said rolling my eyes, "Now how the heck are we going to get to Chicago? It must've cost a fortune to get here!"

"Nah, just about ten to fifteen dollars." she shrugged, as she loaded my bags into the back of her car.

"You don't want to take a break?" I asked as I stopped her hand from putting my bag in.

"Heck no! Adreneline does some crazy things to you!" she yelled as she went around the car and jumped in the driver's side.

"Okay," I deflated the air out of myself, shutting the back. "Let's go get some Cali boys!" I inflated back up with her crazy smiles.

She laughed and started the engine.

"CHICAGO OR BUST!" she screamed at my mom before peeling out of the driveway.

She is so crazy.

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In the name of Ross Shor Lynch! Where in the right mind did she book this room?! I gaped as I dropped my bag on the floor of the room.

"You like?" she said jokingly, closing my mouth for me.

"Like? I love!" I shrieked.

The room itself was as big as my whole house.

The living room had a purple sofa and complimenting lime green love seat. There was a red rug under a blue coffee table.

There was a chandalier over a cherry oak table with room for about twelve, and there was a huge kitchen. There was a staircase up to the bedrooms, and a door to the bathroom under it.

A huge window was where a wall was supposed to be, and my God, Chicago was a beaut.

"I can't believe you got this place! How much did this even--" she cut me off. "Shhhhhhh, don't worry about it! Just be excited we're going to see freaking R freaking 5!" she screamed.

I jumped up and down and fell over my bags.

"KLUTZ!" she yelled, and ran up the stairs. "BUTTHOLE!" I yelled after her, and scrambled up to get her.

I was ah-mayzed.

I ran straight into my room (where I heard her little squeals) and it was like purple heaven. Everything was purple and crystal covered. There was a window in front of my bed and a fanfiction book of R5 on my bedside table.

The mirror-door of the closet wheeled open and all of my clothes were already in there. "Surprise!" she squealed.

I felt my mouth go into the shape of a small 'o' as I looked around.

"I uh," she scratched the back of her head, " I lied. R5 won't be here until tomorrow."

"THEN LET'S GO SEE!" I screamed and yanked her out of the closet.

This was going to be epic.

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I took a picture of every building we passed. We left around 3:30 pm and now it was around 6:19 pm. "Do you want to sit and rest?" Carissa asked when we stopped in front of a little cafe tucked into one of Chicago's many corners.

"Could you be less embarrassing?" I graoned, putting my hands on my face to hide away from the crowd we attracted.

"You should be lucky it wasn't you. I'd have you in a death lock on the floor and you'd be crying for 'sweet merciful Ratliff!'" she chuckled as I kicked her to shut up under the table. "Shut up, woman." I mumbled.

She. wrestled the cashier for sweet tea. 'WITH EXTRA FREAKING SWEETNER' I quote. Not my words, hers.

I shoved her into to a booth to avoid the glares we had earned. "I'm surprised we didn't get kicked out. Or get called the cops on. Or worse..." she trailed, slurping on her straw as it touched bottom a little too soon.

I already knew what was going to happen.

"NO!" I whispered as she tried to get out of the booth. "Stay here, I'm going to grab a to-go cup and then you can go to the bathroom, okay?"

She jutted out her bottom lip and crossed her arms. "Fine," she said in her little kid voice.

After we were done in there, we both decided to head back to the hotel room, and man was I pooped.

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After we got back, Carissa cooked a frozen pizza and we watched Hallmark movies.

I think we both passed out around 3-4 am because the next thing I know Carissa's putting a blanket on my and sneaking upstairs.

She's the best.

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Here, sorry it took me forever~