Don't Do This.

Duo

This was it. I’ve been thinking about this since the moment Jon said something. Since waking up, I straightened and curled my hair (naturally curly, but I like a controlled curl), got dressed and put on makeup, woke up Park, cried, and got Starbucks. Not necessarily in that order. I put my phone on airplane mode and played One Direction into my ear buds as we sat in the terminal. 

“You ready for this?” Park asked, nudging me. I shook my head and sighed. He chuckled, putting his arm around me. “It’s okay. Maybe he’ll like you. Who knows?” The announcer said that our flight was ready to board, so we stood up and headed on. The plane was small, only taking two to a seat, so I let Park have the window. Within about thirty minutes, he was out cold. Well, it was an eight hour flight, so I was glad he found something to occupy himself. I plugged my headphones into my phone and found the album I fall asleep to every night. Looking around me, I pull out my ear buds and take a drink from the attendant offering them. Soon, I heard an announcement that ‘The Public Enemy’ would be playing, so I plugged my ear buds into the arm rest and waited for the show to begin. 

When I woke up again, I could see the green of the land and knew we would land soon. I nudged Park awake and pointed out the window. He gave me a pathetic smile and a thumbs-up before trying to go back to sleep. Chuckling to myself, I put up my stuff, put my tray into the upright and locked position, and put my seat back forward. Jon groaned, realizing he’d have to get up. As we exit the terminal, I head over to the taxis. 

“G’day madam. Where are ya off to?” the man driving the taxi asks. 

“Uh, 520 Chester Road?” I say, looking at the print-off from the hotel. 

“That’s quite the trip, ma’am. Ya sure ya got enough?”

“Yes sir.” I respond triumphantly. 

“Alright then. If your sure.” He starts the car and heads down the highway. Actually, this place feels a lot like home. It’s loads flatter here, but that’s the only difference. Even the highways look the same. 

“So where are you lot from?” the driver asks. 

“Tennessee, believe it or not,” I respond. 

“I would’ve never guessed,” he replies chuckling. “So what’s America like?”

“Much like this, actually. Feels kind of homey.” After an awkward silence, he turned up the radio. 

“I wanna be drunk when I wake up on the right side of the wrong bed, and never an excuse I made up. Tell you the truth I hate what didn’t kill me, it never made me stronger at all.”  I looked over at Park who, feeling his nap hadn’t quite finished, was sleeping. I don’t know how he could. I was so hyped, I bet I couldn’t sleep tonight. Wouldn’t be a first, I guess. I smiled at Park’s now awoken face and dragged him out of the van. 

“That’ll be £40 miss,” the driver yells through the window. I hand him the money as Park pulls our suitcases out of the trunk. He tips his hat and drives away as we head towards the hotel. 

“Good evening. Welcome to the Premier Inn. Reservation name?”

“Lennon Caverly?” She smiles at me and leads us to a room. 

“This is actually pretty nice,” Park says, flopping on his bed. 

“Here’s your room key. If you need anything, just call the front desk, okay?” the nice lady says before leaving. 

“I’m hungry,” Park says, face still in pillow. 

“There’s a restaurant here, if you get off your lazy ass.” He throws a pillow at me. 

“Fine. I’ll go down by myself and get killed.”

“You’re not gonna get killed! We’re in Cheshire for God’s sake! The people here are nice!” Park replies, sitting up. 

“You don’t know that. There could be a rapist down there, and you’ll never see me again.” He groans and stands up, walking to the door. 

“Well come on then. I’m not letting you die before meeting your husband.”