Idol Tour [Sequel to Idol Boy] (Sam Woolf fanfic)

Chapter 2 - Arrival

I feel someone shaking me lightly. I open my eyes to find it's the woman who has been sitting next to me.

"The flight is about to land," she tells me. I sit up in my seat and smile at the woman. "Thank you," I tell her. She returns the smile, and goes back to her book.

It's June 16. A week and a day until the first show. We start rehearsals tomorrow.

"We are now arriving in New York," the pilot says over the speakers.

Once the plane lands, we all stand up, and slowly, begin filing out of the plane and walking to the carousel to get our bags.

I stand there, waiting. Bags continue to go by, people continue to come and go. Finally, I see the bright red suitcase my parents had bought me after I made the top 10 and gotten my spot on the tour.

I grab my suitcase, and I begin walking to the doors. I spot a Starbucks on the way.

Now, Eliana. Do you really need the Starbucks? I ask myself.

The answer was yes, because 10 minutes later, I'm walking towards the doors once again, but with an iced coffee in hand.

Someone from Idol is supposed to pick me up from the airport to take me to the hotel. I'm assuming it's a producer of some sort, so I begin looking for someone with a sign, or an Idol shirt or badge.

"Oh, Ellie. You're such a white girl," I hear.

I turn to find Alex standing there, sunglasses and hat on, ankles showing, folding his arms and shaking his head.

I set the drink down on the bench next to me, and practically jump on him. "Alex!" I scream. He laughs, wrapping his arms around me.

"How are you, loser?" he asks, ruffling my hair. "Tired, but other than that, I'm fantastic. You?" I ask.

"Sick and tired of hearing Sam ask where you could be all day. 'I wonder if she's on her flight yet' or 'When will she get here?' or " I want her to get here so I can kiss her and cuddle with her'," Alex tells me, mimicking Sam's voice.

I laugh. "No, don't laugh," Alex says. "Its annoying. He got here two hour ago, and I wanted to shove him out the window."

"That's mean. Be a polite panda," I say. Alex just rolls his eyes, chuckling. "Get in the car, you loser," he says, pointing to the car Idol gave him to drive here.

I put my suitcase in the trunk, and get in the passenger seat. Alex starts the car, and begins the drive to the hotel.

"So, how's Jill?" I ask. "Good. She's working on the album," Alex tells me.

"You've probably heard the whole thing on Skype," I say. He nods. "She's heard a lot of my originals over Skype, too," he says.

"Nobody's heard my originals," I laugh. "Why is that?" he asks. "I'm too scared to release them. I've recorded some. I've written a lot. I just haven't ever posted one," I tell him.

"I bet they're awful," he teases me. "You're such a loser," I say, slapping his arm.

He pulls into the hotel parking lot, finding a spot next to the other Idol cars.

I open the trunk, and reach for my bag. Setting it on the ground, I pull up the handle, and follow Alex inside.

"Name?" the woman at the desk asks. "Eliana Stirling," I say. She types in my name, then reaches into a drawer.

Pulling out the key, she hands it to me. "Room 309," she says, smiling. "Thank you," I say.

"Only a room over from Sam and I," Alex smiles. "Ooh, yay. Who am I sharing with?" I ask. "Jena, I believe," he tells me.

I smile at the thought of sharing a room with Jena again.

We step onto the elevator, and Alex presses the 3. It goes up quickly, and stops with a loud beep.

As the doors to the elevator open, a door to one of the rooms closes. I look up to see who it is.

Standing at the end of the hallway, in his infamous maroon shirt, black jeans, and his hair styled to perfection, is just the person I want to see.

Sam.