As the plane flew, I had been listening to my music, New World to be exact, while humming the tune. Suddenly, someone tapped my shoulder. I turned to a girl next to me who. I hadn't noticed. She was about my age, with brown hair and eyes along with an orange hoodie (AN- Hhm, wonder who this is??). "Is that New World?" she asked. I nodded. "I'm Jenny," she said with her hand out. I shook it. "Veronica," I reply. Jenny had a puzzled look. "That's kinda long, can I call you...um...hhm....VC?" she asked. It sounded cool. "Sure," I said. Jenny grinned.
"So, can you believe that Team Crafted is on this flight to PAX East?" she asked after a moment of silence. "Yeah, it feels like a dream, but I'm not going to slap myself to see if they disappear," I replied. All of a sudden, a flare of pain hit my left cheek. I jumped. Jenny giggled. She had slapped me. "Why did you do that?" I asked. "Because 42," she replied with a smile that could melt any heart. I sighed. This is going to last a while.
-----Time Skip to Arrival-----
I roll my bag off, tucking Jenny's skype into my pocket as she walked off with the mob around Team Crafted. I sat on a bench and figured out what to do next. But something caught my eye. Team Crafted was walking out of the airport. I grabbed my suitcase and followed behind, not far enough to lose them, but not close enough to be stalkerish. Fangirl 101, don't be too close to subject of interest. Take your notes ladies.
I found a cab and watched Team Crafted walk along as it drove away. I sighed and waited the short drive to the hotel. I just stared out of the window, mind wandering.
The hotel was pretty nice, but I had a room on the second-highest floor. With a window. With a fear of heights. I reach the door and sigh. Then I enter in and unpack. But a tear rolls down my cheek at the thought of being here alone.
Someone knocks on my door. I open it to Jenny. "Hey VC! We're next door to each other!" she said. I grinned. Maybe this won't be so bad after all.
