Maybe It Was Fate

Chapter Thirty

I know there has been a long wait for this chapter and I'm sorry. I really haven't been completely happy with the last few chapters and how they've turned out. They've been quite uneventful and boring and that's because I just haven't had the time to write chapters. However, I do like this one. I'm quite proud of how it turned out so I hope you enjoy it. Vote and comment your thoughts and let me know your thoughts. Thank you for being patient xx 

Ps. This chapter is unedited so my apologies if there are any mistakes xo

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After driving for an hour, we were still stuck in traffic. It was only meant to take just over an hour to get to the hotel but the traffic was so bad that we were hardly moving anywhere.

Chris and I are sat in the back of the car, complaining how the boredom is going to kill us.

I think Ingrid has tuned us out by now but to pass time we decide on playing Eye Spy.

"I spy with my little eye..." Chris starts. "Something beginning with... T,"

I ponder it for a moment. "Trees?"

"Nope."

"Truck?"

"Nuh uh."

"Tractor?"

"Where are you looking? I don't see a tractor anywhere."

I laugh and look around. "Tyre?"

"Yep!"

"My turn!"

I look around for a moment, my eyes landing on a café.

"I spy with my little eye something beginning with C."

Chris looks around, his eyes landing on the sign for the café.

"Café?"

I just blink at him.

"Are you serious?" I groan, his laughter filling the back of the car.

We go back and forth, trying our best to come up with things around us. Ten minutes go by and we get bored again. However, the traffic starts to pick up and we start cruising along again.

We eventually pass a broken-down car, sitting in the middle of the road.

"So that's why the traffic is so bad." Ingrid mumbles, speeding up as we pass it and the traffic starts to spread out.

When we finally arrive at the hotel, six o'clock is rolling around. We walk into the reception to check in, our bags in hand.

A man hands us a key and we head upstairs. Ingrid leaves Chris and I alone for twenty minutes to go get sushi from a store across the road.

We unpack some of our stuff and get our room set up. We have the same room, two single beds on each side of the room.

I put my bag at the foot of the bed and walk out into the living area.

A TV remote sits on the coffee table, just waiting to be turned on. I sit down on the couch, sinking into the cushions and letting my body relax.

I study the remote for a moment, trying to work out all the buttons. I switch it on. It crackles to life, hesitating for a moment, before bringing up an image.

I surf through the channels, landing on a movie one. Some teen flick I playing which I'm totally cool with, considering I'm a teen.

I turn around in the couch to face the doorway to the bedroom.