Authors note: It turns out that this chapter is more of a filler and useful trivia that I thought it would be, so I'll work on chapter 9 ASAP so you guys don't get bored. Enjoy the story!
(Stella's P.O.V.)
It's been about a week or so after the whole coffee shop incident, and now we're in the car headed towards the airport.
The bright, luminous morning sun shines through the glassy window as if wishing us good luck on our trip.
The anticipation piled up inside me makes me feel uneasy. Just imagining the sugar white sand and the calm, clear waters, makes my chest feel like it's about to implode.
Seeking relief, I recline the car seat and try to sleep. I imagine that I'm basking in the sun, and soon, I dose off.
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(Gray's P.O.V.)
Not to sound creepy, but Stella looks cute when she's sleeping. She's like a puppy, all curled up and breathing softly. This phase of her sleep doesn't last long, so I might as well enjoy it before she starts looking like a dead starfish.
I reach my hand over and hold hers. She quickly lets go of it and moves it out of my reach.
I can see her smirk.
She's challenging me.
I reach over again and grab her by the leg. Her first instinct is to flail it around and whack it on my chest repeatedly. She then flings it to the side of the car farthest away from me, and for the second time, I lose my grip.
The process repeats until Luna, who isn't driving, whips her head around, phone in hand and recording yells at us.
"Stop flirting!"
Estre, the driver, also yells from her seat.
"Put that on Snapchat and Instagram!"
Stella, like magic, wakes up and removes Estre and Luna from her friends list and unfollows them.
She then, also like magic, falls into a deep sleep.
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(The airport, Luna's P.O.V.)
I feel guilty for what I said about Stella and Grey in the car. Maybe I'll buy some expensive airport chocolate as an apology.
As we are walking to the gate, after all of our security checks, I stroll through the restaurants and cafés located here in the airport. I get to a food stand that sells sweets and find myself a small box of overpriced chocolate and caramel truffles and purchase it.
When I return to our respective gate, I see Stella sitting with Estre. Grey is nowhere to be found.
"Where's Grey?"
"He's in the bathroom. He's taking an awful long time." Stella responds with disappointment.
"That's suspicious."
I take my seat beside Estre and fix my hair.
Around three minutes before they start calling for the passengers to board the plane, Grey arrives holding a box.
The surprising thing is, it was the exact same box of overpriced chocolate and caramel truffles I had bought.
"Grey! You're back!" Stella exclaims, hugging him.
"Just in time!" I add. "They're about to call for passengers, so get your things ready."
And so, we boarded the plane and flew off.
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(Stella's P.O.V.)
After we land and leave the airport, we hire a taxi to take us to the city's dock, where we will take a yacht to the island we will be staying at for the next two weeks. Estre and Luna took one taxi, while Gray and I took the other.
In the meantime, we started small talk with the taxi driver and he told us about some places we should visit over on the island.
He told us a very helpful tip: If someone tries to sell you something, tell them you're from the mainland and they'll give you a discount. They will force you to talk to them so they can pick up an accent. If they find that you're not from their respective country, they'll charge you more.
I think people try to scam others just so they can get that little bit of extra money.
How stupid.
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(On the yacht, Estre's P.O.V.)
The way this boat thing bobs around is making me nauseous, and we still haven't left the dock.
I run up some stairs to do to the deck, breathing in the fresh ocean breeze. It still doesn't help. I decide to go ask Stella on how to deal with this.
"Hey Stella," I ask, groggily.
"Hm?"
"Are you nauseous?"
She hesitates. "No..."
"How is your stomach not doing somersaults, it's horrible on here!"
"I guess I don't get seasick easily."
I groan as I sink into an empty chair on the dock. "I feel horrible."
"Why don't you go ask one of the helpers for some stomach pills and an extra bag?" Stella suggests.
"Wait, they're giving those things out?"
"Yeah, go ask them."
I push myself out of my seat and shuffle towards one of the helpers.
"Are you feeling seasick?" He asks.
"Yeah."
"Okay, the nearest bathroom is over there," He gestures to it. "Take these if you need them." He hands me a paper bag and two pills.
That's nice.
"Thanks," I say, shuffling into the bathroom.
I stayed in one of the two stalls for about five minutes after taking the pill. Nothing happened.
I guess those things really do work.
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(On the island, just checked into their condo, Gray's P.O.V.)
We step into our spacious and sunny condo, observing our surroundings. There is a full bed and a queen bed to our left, followed by a nightstand and a closet. To our right is a couch and a T.V., and more towards the wall is a kitchenette. In the space between the closest and the kitchenette is a door that leads to the bathroom.
Everything looks neat and organized, just like it should be.
We lay our suitcases down next tho the beds and unpack our things. It's around 2:30 in the afternoon, so we have plenty of time to rest and go to the beach and eat dinner.
Let's hope today is a regular day, drama-free and relaxing.
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Authors note #2: New record! This is the longest chapter I have ever written at 1011 words, including this and the other note on here.
