Jet lag

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~.~ Author's Note ~.~

This will be a long chapter!!

~.~ And now back to the story ~.~

"Kyoya what about everyone else? The club and Haruhi?" I asked once we were at the airport, waiting. Kyoya shook his head, "No you've got it all wrong. Everyone's coming but it was a bit more expensive to invite them all at once. I have other things to pay for." he explained. I smiled, "Good." So we were all packed and had gotten up at six in the morning. I felt bad for Kyoya who had to go through this. I saw his eyes drooping slightly and his one hand on is chin dropping every so often, and the hand holding mine was starting to loosen. I looked at him with a softness in my eyes. We were both interrupted by the wailing of the siren that went off every time a plane was ready to take off.

It went on for three more seconds before the woman on the intercom announced, "Flight to New York. Repeat, Flight to New York." I gasped and then grinned, "Come on!! Come on!!" I squealed. Kyoya's eyes popped open and he let me drag him off. I heard someone call out, "Andrea!!" I stopped arubptly and and Kyoya grunted to a halt, too. I turned and saw Jessica running with a plastic encasement for dresses in her arms. I frowned as Monica, Richard and the devil himself (Mr.Ootori) followed, as well. I waited for them to get to us.

Jessica smiled then hugged me. I didnt hug her back, I just smiled, "Hi" I greeted. She let go then held out the dress in the encasement. I took it. "Wow thanks Jessica!!" I cheered. She nodded, "for the wedding. I wore it, too!" she giggled. I laughed with her. Richard then spoke, "Look I know Im not your father but.." he stepped and held my shoulders, "but Im still your uncle and will beat anyone up for you Even Mr. Tall-and-Handsome." I laughed and nodded, "Thanks." Monica lightly shoved Richard off to the side with a smirk. She held a black necklace box. She handed it to me. I peered inside to find a pearl necklace.

I gasped as it shone, "Woah its beautiful! Did you wear this for your wedding, too?" I asked. She put on a grim face when she muttered, "No. I didnt have a wedding." I didnt know what to say so I just answered, "oh." Monica then realized she was being a downer and smiled again, "Its just a little old keepsake." I nodded once, "Thank you."

I was surprised when Mr.Ootori's turn came but I want surprised when he ignored me and said to Kyoya, "I have brought nothing, as your relationship had brought for me. I bid you a good wedding. I'll be there." He had said it like some kind of warning. Kyoya didnt say anything, just looked down as Ootori walked away. Jess quickly hugged Kyoya in apologies then took my hand and squeezed it. Monica smiled shyly and then left, with the rest.

I patted Kyoya on the back. He seemed to try to smile for me. "Hey lets go." he muttered. I nodded and took his hand. We barely caught the plane. If we had slowed down one second we would have missed it. So we boarded and then got situated. This was Kyoya's chance to catch up on sleep. I let him because this was going to be a really long flight!!

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I woke up to Kyoya poking me on the head while he looked out the window of the plane. I yawned and rubbed the sleep out of my eyes. "Yeah?" I asked. "We're here." he said, with a smile in his voice. I gasped and climbed closer to the window to see. There. The sky scrapers, the light, the large amount of cars and the litter. I grinned and breathed in, even thought we were still on the plane. "Its beautiful!" I whimpered. He rolled his eyes with a smirk and pushed my face away with his hand. I laughed. The plane landed, finally, and I made sure to be excited the whole time!

When we were allowed to get off I grabbed all of my stuff. We got out of the plane and as soon as my foot touched the concrete I gasped and felt dizzy. My legs felt weird and I had to hold still. Kyoya had more sense than I and stood still. He inhaled then stretched slightly. I looked at him then did the same. I then collected my self and lead him to the check out. I grinned and talked and talked about all the things I wanted to see. He patiently listened and nodded in understanding. I hopped up and down all the way to the hotel.

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