The Misadventures Of Shyla And Davie.

The Misadventures Of Shyla And Davie. [8]

Shyla's POV::

"Meehhhhh." I said, sttretching. My neck was sore from  being on a weird angle while I sept. Davie glanced at me.

"Heellllo, Sleeping Beauty." He said, playing with a straw.

I stuck out my tounge and growled disapprovingly and the sknny bitch next to him. She would look at me with an expression like, 'Ew', and then at him like, 'Yum'. She looked up from staring at his legs. I glared at her. She looked embarassed and turned to face the aisle. Davie smiled.

"That's a good girl. Make sure the creepy pedofile's don't look at me."

"I'm not a dog." I said, raising my eyebrows. I yanked up the plastic shutter deal on the window and looked at the puffy clouds. They looked extremely comfy. I stared out of the window for a while before the pilot announced that we were descending and I realized I needed to pee. I wondered how high above Milwaukee we were. And how long until I could get to a bathroom. I shifted uncomfortably. Stupid need-to-pee.

I shifted my eyes to Davie's face. His hair was falling in front of his eyes like it was a curtain trying to keep out the gaze of unwanted sttrangers. The one eye that was still visible, was filled with excitement and almost worry, it seemed. I couldn't figure out what he would need to worry about. His lips were turned up slightly, in a natural smile. I realized he'd been watching me assess his face. I started staring at the storage thing above the seats opposite of ours. He touched my cheek.

"It's cool if you want to stare at my face. I know it's sexy and you can't resist." He said loudly.

People turned.

"Mm. You're sooo right." I replied, nodding my head.

People were watching us.

He coughed.

"This is my girlfriend. And she's extremely hot, I know. Stop looking at her now."

I laughed.

"Haha. I'm not your girlfrienddd." I said, trailing off.

What if I was? What if I wanted to be? I started thinking. Oh the drama that would start... I thought. But then I remembered we wouldn't have to deal with the jerks at school now. Anything would go. Davie and I, that wouldn't be a cause of alarm now. I chewed on my lip nervously. Don't say anything about it. Just stay quiet. I told myself. I must've appeared deep in thought, Davie was watching me.

The pilot announced we were landing.

"Woo!" I said.

The second we were off the damn plane, I ran to the nearest bathroom. I gave this lady in there a funny look. She was acting like she'd commited a crime. I walked past her super-slow and proceeded to pee. After washing my hands, I walked past her again and back out into the open area. Davie was there.

"To baggage claim!" I yelled, holding my fist in the air like we would be conquering a large land.

"Yes! We shall claim the baggage!" He replied.

We started walking towards the belt with the suitcases and such riding it. We stood there for around 10 minutes before I dove for my bright green suitcase. I rolled over to the other side with the suitcase and I landed with a clonk. People stared at me horrifiedly and I laughed hysterically. I got up and kept watching. I grabbed the white back-pack Yana had given us just as Davie picked up his black suitcase. I slung the pack over my shoulder and Davie and I started walking to the exits.

"Soooo." I said. "Tomorrow, we're off to New York? And we really must decide where too after that."

"Yess'm." He said.

Standing on the curb outside  of the building, we got in a cab.

"Where too?" The cab-driver said. He had a southern accent. I wanted to puke.

"The.. Umm..." Davie dug through his sweatshirt pocket and pulled out a piece of paper.

"Ambassador Hotel?"

The driver nodded. He obviously knew where it was. I started watching the cars driving by us.

"You're fat. Should you be eating that? Too much make-up. You're a slut. Ohh, lemme guess, you've got a great personality. Did you cut your dreads with a lawnmower?" I said, insulting each person in the vehicles.

"Shyla!" Davie said laughing.

"I insult randoms when  I'm bored... You know that." I said, looking back out the window.

"Ew. Have you heard of-" Davie put his hand over my mouth.

"Ewwww!" I said, prying his hand off of my face. "Nasty! Where have those hands been!?"

He grinned evily. "I dunnnooo.."

"Gross..." I said, shviering.

It was creepily silent. I coughed.

" I want a BlowPop." I said. "A watermelon one."

"We'll go BlowPop shopping later on." Davie said.

The driver stopped the cab and we got out. Davie hand him a payment and dragging our junk, we entered the building. I went and sat on a chair while he talked to the receptionist about a reservation, apparently. After he conversed with her, he pulled me up.

"Let's go princess." He told me, leading me to an elevator.

"I'm not a princessss!" I whined.

He chuckled and pressed the 3rd floor button.

"Up, up, and away..." I mumbled.

-- This be 8. I've never been to thee hotel mentioned, so if I ever describe it, Im just making it up. Lawl.