Am I Dreaming? (an Oliver Sykes Fan Fiction)

Chapter 4

I shook and trembled, holding on to the arm rests of my seat for dear life as I felt like I was going to empty the contents of my stomach on the floor in front of me.

Our plane came in contact with the runway and fter a few minutes of rocking around, we finally came to a stop.

I sighed and glanced over at Lyssa, who was laughing at me and I joined her.

After the stewardess's announced that we could leave, Lyssa and I quickly grabbed what we brought on with us and left the plane, walking through a small tunnel and into the gigantic airport.

I could tell Lyssa got nervous and didn't want to lose me because it took her about 0.002 seconds to grab my hand in hers and squeeze it tightly.

I smiled over at her before we began our adventure of finding the luggage carousel.

After spotting it, we grabbed our bags and headed for the entrances to the airport.

Just then, I spotted a very tall boy, he mustve been a good foot and a half taller than me with long dirty blonde hair and wore all black.

Sebastian.

He seemed to have felt my gaze, because he looked over at me and smiled, almost squealing from happiness.

"JESSICA, MY FAVORITE POTATO!" he shouted as he bent down to pick me up in the tightest fucking bear hug you could imagine and spun me around.

yes, we call each other potatoes. but I thought it was cute, so whatever.

"PUT ME DOWN, YA ASSHOLE. I CANT BREATHE!" I managed to choke out before he chuckled and put me down, smiling at us.

"Thanks" I said, my voice crackling as I tried to get my breathing back to normal.

I cracked a smile at him and turned my attention to Lyssa.

"Lyssa, this is Seb. Seb, Lyssa." I motioned to each other.

"Ello! I met you on Skype before, yeah?" he replied, beaming with joy.

Lyssa laughed lightly, nodding her head.

"Yep, i'm thaaaaat asshole." she replied, still laughing.

"Well" Seb said, picking up Lyssa in a hug too, "nice to meet you in person."

"um thanks, but can ya put me down before I cut you open and sell your organs on the black market?" he said, her voice hostile, but jokingly, of course.

Seb laughed and squeezed her once more before setting her down.

"Alright then. Do you need help finding your new place? I could give you a ride if you'd like" he offered, a goofy smile spreading across his face.

Lyssa and I both shrugged and agreed as we set off for Sebastians car.

We shoved most of our bags in the trunk of his car with a few bags sitting in the back seat next to Lyssa.

I climbed in the passengers side while Seb hopped in the opposite side.

As he started the car, he turned to us with a wicked smile on his face and a mischevious look in his eyes.

"Better buckle up, girls. I drive fast."

*10 minutes later*

Sebastian wasnt fucking kidding.

In 10 minutes, we almost ran over a group of children, an elderly couple, and were inches away from going over the fucking curb.

"I'M FUCKING DONE" Lyssa proclaimed as she threw herself out of the car and walked towards our new house.

"WE'RE NEVER LETTING THAT FUCKER DRIVE AGAIN" she shouted once more before sitting on our new porch, pulling out a pack of cigarettes and lighting one up.

"AYE, WHERES MY CIGARETTES BITCH?" I yelled across at her.

She dug deep into her purse and threw an unopened pack of Marlboro Black 100 Menthols at me.

I tore off the plastic wrapping and slide on out, placing one on my lips before lighting it up and taking a deep drag, my nerves instantly subsiding.

"THANK BABES" I shouted in response.

"YA" she yelled back.

I smiled and laughed breathily, exhaling the smoke before turning to Sebastian.

"So, you wanna come see the new house with us for the first time?" I offered teasingly.

He shrugged and smiled, so I took that as a yes.

When we finished our cigarettes, I took out a key that had been mailed to me before we flew out here.

I unlocked the door and i'm pretty sure all of our mouths hung open.

In the middle of the room was a huge staricase that split two seperate ways at the top. There were two doorways to either side at the bottom of the staircase and small hallways along it.

We moved slowly through the house.

There was a kitchen, a laundry room, a basement, a living room, a dining room, 5 bedrooms, 3 bathrooms, multiple closets, a garage and driveway, an attic and a spare room adjoined to the garage.

H o l y s h i t.

A few minutes later, the doorbell rang.

It was the moving guys. We all helped bring in the boxes, one by one.

In between boxes, I would stop outside and look around the neighborhood.

It didn't look bad at all.

Nice, big houses lined the streets with fancy cars parked in the driveways.

I looked at the house to the right of ours.

It was huge with 2 cars parked out front and a motorcycle.

I saw the garage door open and heard a door shut.

That's when I saw him.