Hannah in Wonderland

Chapter Twenty-One~ You Got Me Jumping Outta Aeroplanes

Hannah

I twisted the wires like Tyler showed me and turned the key. The Mustang Carissa rented roared.

I smiled even though tears were still rolling down my cheeks. I slammed the car door and gunned out of the parking lot faster than a squirrel drinking coffee.

One Last Dance came on the radio while I was driving to the airport.

"Ross, you don't love me! GET OUT!" I screamed and turned the radio off. I pulled over and laid my head on the wheel as I cried.

Pull yourself together, man! Strong house mouse! Mom will know what to do.

I took a deep breath and wiped my tears.

"Strong house mouse!" I chanted and pulled back on the highway. I popped in my Katy Perry CD and put Roar on repeat until I pulled into the airport.

I packed up my stuff and Carissa's and walked into the airport with more confidence then I actually had.

But it was already too late when I bought my plane ticket, because the plane had already left.

So I sat there, Carissa's things and mine piled around me, as I cried into Ross's leather jacket my mom and I later burned when we had a forever alone bonfire for myself.

I heard a piano intro I knew all to well, followed by Ariana Grande's voice. I rummaged through the bag I lazily packed Carissa's things into and dug her green and blue tie dyed phone out of her bag that matched.

It read Riko-Pooh.

"Hello, Riko-Pooh?" I cracked as Carissa laughed and I imagined Riker to be blushing.

"Hey beautiful, don't jump on that plane without us!" she exclaimed, but her voice sounded closer than just on the other line of the phone.

I turned to a deep red Riker towering over a smiling Carissa. I hung up the phone and walked to them, Ross's jacket in hand.

"H-how-" I stuttered. "I swear to God, she is like the Baltimore Medium," Riker laughed and Carissa jabbed an elbow into his side teasingly.

"Shut up Riko," she said, making a very rosy Riker, "Anyways, we've decided-"

"You've decided," Riker cut her off.

"I decided you shouldn't be alone for New Years with only your family."

"That's really sweet," I dead panned, "Really making me feel the forever-alone-ness sink in."

"Hannah, come on," Carissa said knowingly, stepping towards me and taking my hands in hers.

"Pleeeeaaaassseeee?!" Riker begged behind her, on his knees.

"RIKER, GET OFF THAT FILTHY FLOOR," Carissa yelled at him, "I KNOW SHE'LL LET US COME HOME WITH HER."

"How are you so sure?" I questioned, removing my hands from her solid grip so I could place them on my hips to go with the. stance I posessed.

"Because," she smiled walking past me, "you're mom said I could when I called her on the ride here."

I groaned and plopped back in my chair. Apparently I'm not going to be forever alone.

I'll be forever with Riker and Carissa.

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A quiet trip would be an understatement.With Riker and Carissa, quiet anything is impossible. How cute they were acting made me want to use my doggy bag more than once.

More like a bajillion and eight times. My head added.

Finally we were in the car home, and it was five something in the morning. It was 9 something last night when we got on that stupid flight and my house was at least a few hours away from the airport, rounding the trip out to a good ten or eleven hour ride with these hooligans.

"Are we there yet?" Carissa whined from the passenger seat at the driving Riker.

"No, sweetie," he replied calmly, but I knew she was getting on his nerves by how his knuckles were turning white from gripping the wheel of Carissa's beat up pick up truck.

"How about you let her drive? That'll keep us all alive and hyperventilating." I yawned from the back.

"OH RIKER PLEEEAASSEEEE," she pleaded, latching herself onto his arm.

"Oh fine," he pulled over and she excitedly jumped out of the car first.

When her car door slammed, before he got out, he mumbled something to me about asking for my own death wish.

I didn't really understand until we were halfway down the road. The smooth jazz turned to dubstep and the slow steady pace Riker was going escalated to an easy 90 miles an hour.

"CARISSA, ROLL UP THE WINDOWS!" Riker panicked from the passenger seat. She couldn't hear him over the dubstep and herself trying to be the dubstep robot.

"CA RI SSA," I yelled point blank, getting up from my seat in the back and turning off the whole sound system.

"I was channeling my inner Rocky, darnit," she whined at me.

"Girl, no. Roll the windows up, slow down like Selena Gomez wants you to, and calm down." Riker stared at her, taking her hand and rubbing it with his thumb.

"Ugh, fine," she said in a monotone, "but I need my hand to steer, you dumbo."

"OH, right," and she did everything he asked her too.

She popped in her over played All Time Low CD, and she got halfway through The Reckless and The Brave before driving down the hill to my homely home.

"Mommy!" she cried out, hopping out of the car running towards our -- my -- mom. She laughed as Carissa hugged her in a warm embrace, my mom obviously having just woken up.

"Hi sweetie! How was your flight? Where's little sis? Where's Riker?" I heard her voice boom beside Carissa.

"Oh, they're just grabbing our stuff out of the Toyota-- Riker! Come meet our mom!" she squealed, earning another laugh out of mom.

Riker and I grabbed up all our stuff and shut the doors. I dropped everything as my mom enveloped me in one of her bone crushing hugs.

"Oh honey, I'm so sorry. You guys know what I've said about rock stars, no offense Riko-Pooh," mom cracked as she stared at all of us, making Riker turn back to his rosy red state.

If things continued on like this, then the rest of this week is going to be pretty interesting.

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I added mom in on the last part because she's the bomb diggity.