Trapped

Chapter 11

Violet's POV

I didn't have any nightmares last night. In fact, I don't even remember falling asleep at all, my only indication being that my vision is cloudy and my head feels foggy. I blink a few times and look right into the eyes of Conner smiling down to me

"Morning sleepy head" He said laughing before planting a kiss on my hairline. I grunted in response. Hey, its not the cutest greeting ever but at least its something.

When he saw I had made no attempt to interact or do anything for that matter any further he laughed and rolled out of the bed. For a few seconds I thought of ways to make myself get out of these comfy sheets on this warm Florida morning but I fell back under again before I carried through.

The next time I woke up it was to the beautiful smell of cooking from the kitchen, making it now very possible to get myself up. 

As I made my way to the kitchen area of our suite I had an internal guessing game in my head on whether it was waffles or pancakes that caused my mouth to water instantly.

When I saw that there was indeed a huge stack of pancakes on the counter it finally dawned on me that we did not even have a freaking waffle maker here anyway.

"And shes up!" Conner laughed walking into the kitchen area with me

"Thanks for the food" I yawned and smiled at him. I grabbed four cakes and shoved my fork in them instantly, yawning yet again. Conner noticed.

"Jesus, either you're incredibly bored with my food or you're coming down with something" He went up to check my for-head before he stopped suddenly and we both realized how stupid that was.

Of course I wasn't coming down with something, Im as healthy as I was yesterday, and the same height, weight, age that I was four weeks ago. We both are. 

"Oh, right. Never mind" He brought his hand down but I took it in mine instead. He looked up at me real quickly,

"Thank you for caring about me" And I meant it. Yes it was still technically impossible that I would be getting sick...well at least im pretty sure...but it was still sweet that he cared.

After eating and lounging for a while in the suite, Conner and I decided to go and see what was really out there in the city. Even after the weeks we have been at this hotel we have yet to go and actually see where we are, besides the boardwalk that is.

Hand in hand we managed our way through the empty streets of the city. We walked silently as I tried to pay attention to where we were going. Of course we didn't really have anything of our "own" back at the suite that we would need and couldn't get literally any other place but I picked up some really cute clothes that im not really ready to part with just yet.

We pass this small Starbucks and my first instinct, even after almost 2 months, is to look at the open/closed sign. They're closed, shocker. the chairs and tables are all spread out though, and there are napkins left on them as well. Again; shocker. I was going to suggest on going in but on the way down to Florida we passed one and the first thing Conner did when he got inside was play around with the machines pretending to be a barrista. In the end, he thought he was hilarious, and I learned a very important lesson on where to not take Conner

I look up to him for the first time and notice he's just watching his feet with a smile on his face.

"what in the world are you thinking about?" I ask him and he just shakes his head, still looking down

"Nah, nothin"

"Uh, yeah, something" I counter back, "Come on, a quiet Conner is scary enough, but a quiet Conner that's smiling? Yes you need to tell me" I laugh. He looks over to me for a second, before looking back down to his feet. I really hope we don't get lost.