Young Collective - Cole Sprouse

Chapter nineteen

I drag my feet under the weight of my frame as I walk out of the aeroplane. Cole trails behind me with my suitcase and his duffel bag. I slept most of the flight and woke up with a sore neck. I hold my head as I work as not to bump it too hard. I go straight to the seated waiting area as Cole does the travel business at the desk. I sit down and look over at him. He stands at what seems to be an information desk. He's only there for a few seconds before he starts to walk over to me. He's suddenly at the feet nagging for me to hurry.

"If we run then there's a smaller chance we'll get photographed on the way out." He smiles. I don't know how he's happy, we're both jet lagged. It's apparently 11 degrees outside and it's 2:30 in the afternoon.

"My neck." I frown and rub it harder.

"I know, I'll give you a massage or something when we get to the hotel, just let's go." He grabs my arm and pulls me up. He's far stronger than me, even for a small man like him.

We walk along the tiled floor for a while. Walk along the flat escalators. Then down the escalators. Walk along the tiled floor for a little longer and then while we're on the last escalators to the door I see a sign being held up in the air it has 'DEARDEN' written on it. But it's hidden behind all these other signs that have Cole's name on them. Then I notice the flood of girls and boys standing behind a rope near the doors and the many photographers in between them. I realise that I cannot hear anymore, I watch the mouths of the children move yet they are inaudible. I'm too tired and shocked that I block all of my exterior out, and when I come to the end of the escalators I trip on the tip of my shoe. Come grabs my waist as I nearly face plant at the feet of the kids and he very quickly and very gently twirls me onto my feet and away away from the people. He still holds my waist as we walk out of the doors. The flashes in my eyes make it terribly hard to see and I hold onto Cole's hands. Still grabbing tight at the sides Cole walks me to a car that is parked. I look up and see the sign with my name on it. The driver quickly opens the door of the back and Cole practically pushes me in just as the outside car park is swarmed with people and cameras. As soon as the car door shuts all the noise fills my ears again and I hear shrieks and cries and yells for Coles attention. Through the dark windows I see faint flashes and the smell of the leather seats in the car make me feel queasy. I watch as Cole and the driver place my suitcase and his bag in the boot and they rush around the other side of the car. Cole opens the other passenger door and slides in hastily. Suddenly there are people banging on my window and I see faces pressed up against the glass. I shuffle to the middle next to Cole as the driver starts to pull out of the park and onto the road. We slowly weed ourselves away from the screaming and I take a deep breath. I lean my head on Coles shoulder and he sighs.

"I didn't expect that." He says. I don't reply.

"I thought that if I used your surname for the car people wouldn't look twice but you've obviously caught enough attention, that plan failed." He adds.

"Please don't tell me we forgot our other luggage." I frown as I remember the two suitcases I placed under the plane before I left the states.

"Ha ha no, it's already in the boot of the car. Mr. Caputto already took care of that didn't you-" Cole giggles and the driver smiles.

"Si." The driver exclaims.

"Gracias." Cole replies.

"Is it going to be like that all the time?" I ask him.

"It's usually worse at airports. I hope it's not though, if it's like that all the time we'll have to hire security." He says. I laugh and look up at him, expecting him to laugh too. What a joke. Security. But he doesn't, he doesn't even look down at me. He just opens his phone and goes into his messages.

"You're not serious?" I ask.

"Unfortunately." Cole says bluntly.

I look back out the window. Great, I think. That's just fucking great.