The Escape Plan - a Barron Trump x Reader (NOT dirty) (COMPLETED!)

(2) D.C

arriving at dc

I was awoken to the voice of an old woman yelling at my mother.
Oh god, what now? I thought, rubbing my eyes, sluggishly.
A flight attendant dressed in navy blue rushed over to the commotion and pulled my mom away from the old woman.
"Mom! What's going on?!" I yelled, pulling out my phone and texting all my friends.
"Don't worry about it!" she shouted back, being dragged off from the plane. I began to get worried, as I didn't know what was happening to my mom, and I didn't wanna be alone?!
What if she's going to jail?
What if she's going to be kept away from me?!
So many thoughts flooded my brain, and I couldn't hold back the tears. A flight attendant calmed me down and told me it would all be okay, and that my mom had gotten in an argument with the woman over something silly, and nothing would happen to her. I nodded my head, and wiped away a tear with my sweater sleeve. About 10 minutes go by, no sign of my mom. I want to get up and ask a flight attendant what's happening to her, but I'm not sure I wanna know the answer. Soon enough, the old woman is also taken off the plane. I try and look through my window to see what's happening, but I can't see anything.
"Okay, honey, you can get off now. Here, let me help you with your luggage." the same flight attendant from earlier said.
"Okay, thanks." I replied, my voice still shaky.
Why am I crying over this?! It's not even a big deal.
I asked myself, embarrassed once again over my tears. The flight attendant helped me get my suitcase from the compartment above our seat, and helped me go down the plane aisle, into the airport.
"There's your mother, right there." she stated, pointing at my mom.
"Okay, thank you." I thanked, feeling so much stress come off from my chest. I took a deep breath and speed walked over to my mom.
"Mom. What the hell just happened." I stammered.
"Hey, watch the language. Come on, our uber is here." she said, completely ignoring my question.

at the hotel

When we arrived at the hotel, I asked my mom once again what she was arguing over with the old woman. She sighed, while unlocking our hotel room door.
"She spilled her cup of orange juice on my hair." she said. I tried not to laugh.
"Mom? Seriously?" I smiled. The hotel room was pretty spacious, it had two full size beds, a bathroom, balcony, and mini kitchen.
"Wow, I've never seen a hotel room with a kitchen in it." I remarked, setting down my suitcase.
"Right, I think it's made for homeless people."
I nodded, grabbing my phone out of my pocket and snapping all my friends photos of the hotel room.
"You excited to visit the White House tomorrow?" mom asked, setting down her luggage.
"Uh, I guess.. I mean, not really a fan of Trump."
She laughed, and ruffled my hair. "Mom! You're messing up my hair, y'know this style took like- forever, right?!" I sat down on one of the hotel beds and then remembered a TikTok I saw about how most hotel beds have bedbugs.
"Mom, I really do appreciate the beds and all, but I think I'm gonna sleep on the floor." I didn't wanna hurt my moms feelings, because I knew she had to have payed a lot for this room, but I also didn't really want bedbugs.
"Huh? Why? I payed all this for nothing?"
I nodded. "Yeah."
She looked at me, disgust filling her eyeballs. "But.. why?"
"Bedbugs. That's why." I said, walking to the bathroom, to take a quick shower.
Mom sighed. "God, you know that there's not any bedbugs here, right? 5 star hotel we're staying at, m'lady." Mom had always called me 'm'lady', never knew why. I didn't mind it.
"K. I'm showering."
"Someone has an attitude. I'm gonna unpack everything and get ready for dinner."

later that night

After dinner, I was super exhausted, jetlagged, and honestly, kind of disgusted by all the tiktoks about bedbugs. I really didn't wanna sleep on the floor, or hurt my moms feelings, so I decided to just frick it, and sleep on the bed. It was really cozy, a typical hotel bed. The breeze coming in from the open windows was really refreshing, the smell of rain filled my nostrils since it had just recently gotten done with a rain storm. I closed my eyes, and dreamt of cats, I know, boring. I went to sleep with a smile on my face knowing that my mom and I were safe.