Daggers Speak Louder Than Words (Kellic)

Chapter 14

"You've gotta be kidding me." Vic muttered under his breath, still looking at the board. "God damn it, come on." He commanded, taking my hand in his and dragging me away. He led me throught the crowds of confused people until we reached a desk with a lady sitting behind it. She was really cute, short black hair, a lot of tattoos and she was also pretty short, I could tell. She shot us a weird look at first, but eventually smiled.

"Hello, how may I help ya?" She asked sweetly with a strong British accent. I like people who are nice, they make me feel comfortable, therefore I have no idea how I even managed to end up on a airport with Vic by my side...I mean, he's an utter opposite...or used to be at least. Because now he's a completely different person to who he was when I first got to his house and I'm glad for that.

"Yeah, hi, is there maybe a chance that there will be another plane leaving for Amsterdam anytime soon?" Vic asked politely. I looked at him in shock. I've never heard him being so nice to anyone, I was really impressed.

"I'll check." She announced, searching through her computer. Vic looked at me, shooting me a reassuring smile and squeezing my hand a little. "Okay, so apparently there will be no plane leaving until tomorrow night, that's when the storm should be over. And even then you can't be really sure if the planes will be leaving on time or not." She said, looking at us. Vic let out a sigh.

"But according to the weather, the storm is going to bypass Houston. If you have a car, you can drive to Houston and fly from there." She suggested. Vic just nodded, thanking her and leading me towards the exit.

"So what are we going to do?" I asked curiously.

"I guess we'll have to drive to Houston." Vic said, dragging me out of the door. We soon made it to Vic's car and got in, taking off our ridiculous disguise and beginning our little journey.

*****

"Yellow car!" I shouted, punching Vic's shoulder lightly.

"Damn it." He laughed, not taking his eyes from the road. We've been driving for like 3 hours, avoiding the highways, just in case there were any cops that could recognize Vic or his car.

Anyway, it's been fun so far and right now, we were playing a game where you practically punch the other person's shoulder when you see a yellow car. I'd say that Vic wasn't exactly the biggest fan of this game since most of the time I hit him before he even got the chance to do it first. And I guess he didn't wan't us to crash either. But even though he was a total loser, he still laughed.

"I wanna do something else." He whined, but I only laughed at him.

"It's just because you suck at this game." I smiled. He took a quick glance at me, smiling as well.

"I like it when you smile." He said, making me blush and look away.

"Why?" I wanted to know. I saw him shrug from beside me.

"I find it comforting, is all." I nodded, letting out a small yawn. I looked at the time, finding out it was 10:07 p.m.

"Are you tired?" Vic asked. But instead of answering, I just yawned again, shaking my head in the process.

"Of course you're not." Vic said sarcastically. I rolled my eyes at him, resting my head against the cold window. Suddenly my eye lids began getting heavier and heavier. Within the next minute, I drifted off to a deep slumber.

*****

"Kells, sweets, wake up." I heard someone whisper. I then felt something touching my thigh and I jumped in surprise.

"I'm awake, I'm awake." I said, frantically looking around myself. I noticed that the car wasn't moving anymore and instead we were in front of a motel. I glanced at Vic who was chuckling at me.