Five Year Old Secret

Chapter three

  "I'm hella nervous," I whispered. Looking as the yellow headlights headed to the bright lit town.

  I could see how the starry night faded as we grew closer to the bright lights. My eyes drifting at the glowing green numbers displayed.

     10:37 p.m.

  "Your destination is on the left," the robotic voice instructed loudly.

  Thoughts piled into my mind, with each of the cars passing by, not allowing us to turn. Blaise quickly turned before the chance was taken.

  Driving around the hotel that was flooded with a sea of people. We parked away from the screaming crowd.

  Ten minutes passed and the crowd didn't seem to get tired. I was already thinking about leaving and maybe just wait for another opportunity to come, if it wanted to be presented again.

  "It'll be hard to go in, and besides it's not like we can walk in and just be like 'Hi, can you let the famous boy group know that we're here to meet with them, that'll be great. Thanks.' And then they'll let us right through," I sarcastically spoke.

  "Obviously not if we say it that way," Blaise shook his head.

  The hotel stood high, I looked at every window that shined with lights from the inside, knowing that him and I weren't across the ocean anymore. He was in there and I was out here. How easily it could be to wait for him and finally speak to him, to just get over with the pain that's been living in our heart and mind.

  Isn't funny how easily things happen but when we want to fix things its diffucult? We have to work twice as hard for it to be corrected or for it to better.

  Thirteen minutes have passed and I was getting annoyed at how dedicated the fans were to try to catch a glimpse of the group they admire and love so much. Respect to them for staying out for this long but they all need rest and I need access to sneak in if possible.

  "How are we suppose to meet him if we have no way to letting him know we're here?" I groaned, my head resting on the palm of my hands.

  Blaise shuffled in his seat, making my head rise from its comfort position. He pulled out his phone from his front pocket, smiling while he searched for whatever it was that was on his phone.

   "Annd here it is, what I aquired earlier also," he grinned. Shaking his head at himself "I'm not sure how I forgot about it," he muttered afterwards.

   Staring at him, unimpressed with his actions. My finger made contacted with his forehead as I flicked him. He rubbed his forehead, glaring at me. I stuck my tongue at him.

   I pulled out my phone, typing in the number of an old friend. I filled in the contact info. Stalling enough to make my nerves decide if they're gonna freak out or calm the fuck down.

  The panic I was similar with, the kind that would come over me whenever I would have to talk over the phone. I hated so much, it was different this time I felt a mixture of comfort and anxiety.

  The ringing lasted longer than what I was used to hearing, expecting relief to flow over my being for not having an answer. But instead of relief it was sadness. Pulling the phone from my ear about to hang up, I heard the ringing stop.

  "Hello?" The man answered in his native tongue.

  "Umm, hey," I whispered, only wanting him to be able to hear me. "It's me, Itzel."

  No replied was heard from his end of the line. It was understanding to think he was gonna hang up on me, right? First, leaving with no explanation, secondly, expecting them to keep a huge secret, and lastly, acting as if I didn't know them.