Do You Want To Know? ~A Tythan Story

Part Thirteen: "Mom"and Shane

Tyler's POV:
(Warning. I can't tell you what because it will ruin the chapter. And there is a reason why Mom is in quotations. You'll see why later. Also, imagine listening to Don't Let Me Down while you read the part. It kinda fits.)

It had been three years since I remembered. And everything was amazing. I graduated college and worked for Activision, Ethan's acting career shot sky high. We were happy. And we had enough money to finally go on that Vegas trip.

My parents, Ethan's mom, Ethan, and I boarded the plane. Since I played football in college, I had grown accustomed to flying. Ethan, on the other hand, was terrified of heights. He wanted me to hold his hand the entire time, which I was much obliged to do.

We had first class seats, and let me tell you, it was amazing. I drank some wine while Ethan had some champagne. When we started to take off, I squeezed his hand and told him to close his eyes. Once he did, I dropped some cold grapes in his mouth. He ate them one by one. It was a trick I learned on my first flight.

Once the plane was steady, I told Ethan to open his eyes. He peeked one eye open and I smiled. It was truly amazing how a twenty-two-year-old could still look like an adorable kid. I pecked him on the cheek.

"Better?"

"Much better."

I moved the seat all the way down and motion for Ethan to come lay with me. He came over to me, putting his head in between my arm and torso so I could wrap him with my arms. And we fell asleep like that.

A few hours later, a flight assistant woke me and him up, saying,
"There's one hour before we land, so it's best if he gets in his own seat." Ethan does what he is told, motioning for my hand. I give it to him and once we are close to landing, I tell him to close his eyes. Instead of grapes, I drop fries in his mouth. I had a couple and they were perfectly seasoned, and cooked right. Not too soft, not too hard.

Once we landed, we got out of our seats and walked around to the gate. We waited for our bags at the baggage claim, when I swore I saw Jordan. I blinked and he was gone. I shook my head.

We had a rental car already waiting for us. I decided to drive us to the hotel. Once we got there, we were in awe how pretty and modern it was. We went up to the reception area. There was a blonde woman sitting behind the, rather long, desk.

"Name?"

"Tyler Scheid." I told her.

"Mr. Scheid! We are happy that you chose our hotel!" She handed us three keys. "Here's your keys! Enjoy!"

We all said thank you and got on the elevator and went up to the top floor. When Ethan and I opened our door, our mouths dropped. The room was absolutely beautiful. It wasn't even a room, it looked like we could fit our entire house in there. The living area was beautiful, with gold trim, black modern sofas, black marble floors, marble pillars, a pool table, and, to top it all off, a seventy-inch flat screen.

"I think we died and went to Heaven, because there is no way that this is ours." I smiled. This was a perfect place to be. Ethan went to the bedroom.

"Tyler, you have to see this." He said. I walked in the bedroom and I was speechless. The bed was huge! And the floor was glass with a freakin fish tank behind (or under in this case) the glass. There was a sixty-inch tv in the room. It was simply amazing. I plopped on the bed and laughed.

"You know, this is all thanks to you." I told Ethan. And it was true. If he wasn't making as much money as he was, we wouldn't be able to buy this. We owned all three rooms, so we could come out here whenever we wanted.