Heal My Scars

8. So This Is Miami?

I fell asleep a couple of minutes after take off. I've been waken up in very rude ways. But waking up as a plane lands is awful. I woke up, looking around at my surroundings. "Where am I?" I whispered to myself.

Then the girl next to me said, "You’re on a plane." She looked at me with a smile. I just laughed, "First time on a plane?" She asked.

"Yeah," I said turning red.

"How long are you going to stay in Miami?" She asked and I lowered my gaze.

"Don't know. My parents send me here to- Umm, heal." I said and she shifted awkwardly.

"We can get out now." She said and then we stood up. Before we separated she called after me.

"Yeah?" I asked turning around with a smile.

She handed me a peace of paper. "My number." She said and I took it, flashing her another smile. "Incase you ever wanna, like, catch a movie or something."

"Thanks." I said. Then I remembered that we haven't even really met so I held out my hand for a handshake, "Tristan Noc." I introduced myself.

She shook my hand, "Carly Mic." We shared a smile and parted, "See you around." She greeted.

I sat down on one of the benches, looking around for John. It took about half an hour, but I finally spotted him. "Brother!" He yelled and pulled me into a hug.

"John! Long time no see!" I said back. I was really glad to see him. "Sorry to say this. But I'm really tired, can we go home? We can party all you want tomorrow." I said, knowing that he would want to party.

He just nodded, "Yeah sure. I felt the same way when I got here."
He patted my back and we walked away. "How did you know I wanted to party?" He asked curiously.

"You’re my brother, I know you." I said and he just laughed.

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"Tristan!" John's mom yelled, she dropped a knife and ran to hug me.

"Hello Mrs Olsen," I greeted.

"I am so glad you’re here." She started. Oh well that makes one of us. I'm sure I'll learn to love it here. "John, show Tristan to his room."

John and I took my bags and I followed him to my room.

It was awesome. As I entered there was a bathroom on my right. A double bed in front of me and a huge desk to my left. "Where's the closet?" I asked John.

"In the bathroom.” He replied.

Behind my bed were windows the size of walls. They stretched from the ground to the ceiling. On the left of the bed there was a glass door, same size as the windows, leading to a balcony. My jaw dropped. When John saw me he chuckled. "Better unpack, I guess." I said and he left.

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I was unpacked, I took a nap. And now I'm bored. I rushed down the stairs and into the kitchen. "Mrs Olsen?"

"Yes, dear?" She replied.

"Where's John?" I asked.

"Out for a jog, you can still catch up with him if you act quick." And with that, I ran out the door and froze on the street. I looked around, on my left I saw him running I wanted to call after him but he was too far away.

I ran to him. When I caught up with him I slowed down into a steady jog, the same he was in. I looked at him and asked, "When we get back home, do you wanna give me a tour of the city?"

He smiled, "Yeah sure." And we jogged in silence further. At the end of the jog we ran up to our rooms to take quick showers. After five minutes I was done. He took a little bit longer though.
As soon as I sat down, John came into the room. "I just sat down, dude." I complained

"You can sit all you want in the car." He mocked.

"You boys going out?" Mrs Olson asked, coming into the room, leaning sideways onto the door frame while drying her hands on her apron. I nodded and she just smiled before turning away and walking out of the room. John looked as confused as I did but we shrugged it off.

"Let's get going." He said and I followed him out.

I froze dead in my tracks when I saw his car, "You have a damn Ferrari?" I asked staring at the car.

"Nope. You do. I have the Lamborghini." He said, pointing his thumb over his shoulder to the car behind him.

"Me?" I asked, when I thought my jaw couldn't drop even more when I saw the car. But hearing it's mine proved me oh so wrong.

"Yup." He said with a smile. "Wanna take her for a ride?" He continued, opening the passenger side door. I nodded, still to shocked to actually speak. He just chuckled and shook his head in disbelief before climbing in.

I walked closer and climbed into the driver's seat. "But I don't have a license." I said, sitting behind the wheel.

"Yeah. That's a problem. You can get your drivers license the day after tomorrow." He said and I couldn't believe what I was hearing. These guys are loaded. But I really don't care if they have money to throw around, I still don't like sponging.

"Please don't pay for me. I will get a job and pay for my license myself." I started, "You know how I feel about sponge-" he lifted his hand to signal me to stop talking.

"Dude. Take it as a early birthday present." He said, climbing out. Well, I guess I don't have a choice, and we're taking his car. I sighed and climbed out, going to his car. We drove around, laughing, making jokes, having fun. Just like old times.

We got stuck in traffic after midnight. I let out a sigh and pulled out my phone. I wanted to know the time, but I realized I hadn't turned on my phone since I got off the plane.

"Do you want to go back home?" John asked me, "Or do you want to go hit one of the clubs?"

I thought about it for a moment and replied, "Yeah sure. Why not. It's already late and I'm not tired yet." I shrugged and he gave a big smile.

I unlocked my phone and went to my contacts. I searched for Carly's name. I looked confused for a moment then remembered I didn't put it in yet. I searched my wallet and entered the digest after finding it. I put the phone to my ear, "Who are you calling?" John asked.

"Carly. A girl I met on the my flight here." I replied. She picked up on the forth ring. "Hey, it's Tristan from the plane." I greeted.
"Oh, hey. Sorry I took so long to answer, I kinda lost my phone." She apologized with a awkward laugh.

"Nah, no need to apologize. Me and my friend are on our way to a club. Wanna join?" I asked.

There was a moment of silence, "Yeah sure, I'll meet you there. Which one are you going to?"

"Don't know yet. How about we pick you up?"
She was quiet for a moment, before saying, "Yeah. Sure I'll text you my address."

"Okay see you in a moment." Then, we said our goodbyes and she hung up. After a minute, I got the text from Carly.
Tonight was going to be awesome.

Edited by Nicole Marshall