Above

19

Estelle
"It looks like South-Side." I say, stepping out of the bullet train.
"Except Chigaco isn't in ruins." Leeciy says, half-smiling down at me, adjusting his backpack.
"Well, we're here for five days, what should we do?" I ask.
He adjusts his beanie. "We should get a hotel first."
"We should. Wanna call a taxi?" I ask.
"Let's walk, it's not too far." Leeciy says, shrugging.
So we walk the half of a mile to a cute little hotel called Sunnyside Hills.
Leeciy holds open the door, letting me walk in first.
We walk to the front desk, where a bleached blonde lady with the name 'Gen' sewn into her uniform, was painting her nails a bright pink while chomping gum, obnoxiously
After waiting for a second, I ding the bell.
She looks up, sighs, then recites: "Welcome to Sunnyside Hills, where you'll always find comfort."
"Thanks, is it possible for us to get a room?" I ask.
She gasps, putting her nail polish brush back. "Are you British?"
I nod slightly.
"Where from?" She asks.
I look down. "Wiltshire."
"Cool!" She says.
"Can we please get a room?" Leeciy asks.
"We've only got da honeymoon suite, da bullet train has up-ed service here by like, forty thousand." It appears she can't pronounce 'th.'
Leeciy and I meet eyes briefly.
"I can't wait forever, Brits."
Leeciy looks at her. "I'm Austrailian."
"Whatever, are you taking da room or not?" She asks.
I nod. "We'll take it."
***
The honeymoon suite is exactly how one would imagine it: A large heart-shaped bed, jacuzzi tub, a mini bar, a leather couch, just the generic stuff. 
"This is cliché." Leeciy says, setting his bags on the couch.
I nod. "It really is."
He gently tugs my bag, which I let him take, along with my other bag.
"I'm hungry." I say, flopping onto the bed. 
"Should we go out?" He asks, walking to the window.
I nod. "I'm craving a burger."
"Well, maybe we should shower first because we're in our travel clothes."
"Are you calling me ugly?" I joke, looking at the ceiling through my half-closed eyes.
"No." He says. "You're gorgeous."
My cheeks heat up and I look at the ceiling. "I'm not even wearing makeup."
"I don't care, you don't need it." He says. "Some people do, you just don't."
I sit up and look at him, he was looking out the window at something. "Where's this coming from?" I ask.
"The truth book?" He looks over at me, half-smiling.
I smile. "What's the truth book?"
"It says in the name, a book of truths." He fully smiles now. "Anyway, lets look for a burger place."
I stand. "Let's go."
***
Hours later, We lay in the cheesy heart-shaped bed, back-to-back, a foot between us.
I couldn't sleep though, something was bothering me, but I'm not sure what it is.
I flip over, glancing at Leeciy's sweater-clad back, before huffing and pushing out of bed, grabbing my jacket and slipping on my shoes.
I go to the roof, which was decorated with wicker sofa and fire pit, the January cold only waking me more.
I choose a wicker sofa then sit, staring at the faint stars, listening to the noises of Chicago. Car horns and alarms, sirens, talking, laughing, the sounds of life.
The lights from the city, that blur the stars, do set a purple-ish light over the city, which is only faint from up here, made my usually red hair a funny color.
"Why are you up here?" Leeciy's voice asks from the door.
I look over at him. "I couldn't sleep, I wanted some air."
"It's a little cold." He replies, trudging to the other wicker sofa. "It's okay if you're wearing a jacket." I say. "But it is kinda cold."
He hums in response, his eyes on the sky.
"Leeciy?" I ask, looking over at him, his features bathed in the purple light.
He looks over at me. "Yeah?"
"I've never seen you scared." I say, softly. "I've seen worry, and happy, and like every other emotion in the book, but never scared."
"I'm fearless." He jokes, giving me a smirk.
"What's your biggest fear?" I ask, completely ignoring his joke.
"What's your biggest fear?" He replies.
"I hate not being able to help," I say. "Mostly because the large amounts of people in every tragedies, it scares me so much to feel useless."
"Is that why you were so antsy when Annaliesee was kidnapped?" He asks.
"Yeah, she's like my little sister." I answer.
"She's like everyone's little sister, even if they're younger than her." He says.
I nod. "Okay, now what's your worst fear?"
"I'm not really sure." He says, tilting his head up to look at the stars.
"Well, not even something you're a little afraid of?"
"Hurting people I care about? I feel like everyone's afraid of that." He sighs.
"Anything else?"
He looks at me. "Love kinda scares me."
"Why?" I ask.
"Remember when I had a thing with that 'Joy' girl?"
I nod.
"Well, one time she showed up at my door, blubbering and sobbing about how much she hated university, So naturally, I invited her in and she cried herself asleep on my lap." He pauses, looking down.
I reach over and grab his hand, flossing our fingers together.
He looks up at me. "I remember thinking how scary it was having someone depend on me, and someone needing me. Which is probably the weirdest thing I can thing of, because now I have Cirus, but that night kinda just began my fear."
I pull my hand away. "That's a cool fear."
"I know, it's pretty cool." He jokes.
I stretch my arms out. "I'm kinda tired."
"Yeah, me too." Leeciy says, helping me up. "Shall we?"
I nod. "Lets."
Together we walk quietly down to our room, tuck ourselves into bed, and fall asleep. The gap between us shrinking, only just the slightest.