29 July 2012
Personally, I love this part, it was really fun and easy to write. There's a link for the house they are staying in at the end of the Part, please please take a look. There's a few pictures and it won't take long. Thanks :) x
"You ready?" I asked Drew as we stood, waiting to get off the stuffy airplane. She stared around her as the other passengers collected their bags and newspapers, moving to make a sort of queue to get off the plane. It was as if she hadn't heard my question, her nerves talking too loudly throughout her head. "Drew?". She looked back at me, finally realising I was talking to her. "Sorry my uh, my hands are sweaty" she giggled gently, removing her warm hand from mine. I immediately took it back, knowing that my touch made her calmer. "I like it" I smiled, kissing her now-blushing cheek. We took a few steps forward as the first people were allowed off the plane at turtle-speed. Ugh. I think the suspense was killing Drew. She didn't know what to expect from Malibu. Well, she didn't know what to expect for anywhere other than Texas. Like she'd said, she's never been anywhere other than home. She must be nervous as hell. Most of us are taken on planes when we're very little, for small family holidays and such, but not Drew. Her grandparents said they felt "Too old" to go anywhere - which is insane because they are like, the coolest grandparents I have ever met in my life - and she refused to talk about her parents. I had no idea what had happened to them, or even if they were alive. I brought it up sometimes, but Drew would immediately get all closed up and defensive, often gazing lovingly at India or hugging her little body tight. She refused to talk about it. Add that to the list of holiday duties: number 1. Find out what's the deal with Drew's folks. We took another few steps, and Drew leaned forward to try and look out a little window. I immediately stepped in front of her. "Oh no you don't. This is my surprise to you" I chuckled, blocking her view with my body as I brushed her red hair out of her pretty face. "But I wanna see-" she began, trying to lean around me. Nope. NUH-UH. I'm not giving up that easy. I slid in front of her further, as she tried to look again. "Justin..." she gave me one of those little sexy-begging looks. God I love that look. Even though it makes my heart skip a beat, my breath catch in my throat, my blood go cold, my stomach light up with wings, my fingers tingle and my head hurt from thinking too much, I still love it. "Sorry gorgeous. You're gonna have to wait" I bit back every tiny part of will-power I had to give her what she wanted - sometimes I'm a bit of a pushover - especially with Drew. I'd buy her the Statue of Liberty if she asked me to. I'd give her anything. Anything she wanted. Name it, and I'll get it. I wish she knew how much I love her. "I love you Tex" I whispered gently, distracting her from the view of the windows. Her eyes were soft, the corner of her lips tugged into a smile as she said it back "I love you too". I think that's the first time we've both said it within the same ten seconds. The clearing of a man's throat behind us, told Drew and I it was time to move. I didn't want to move. I wanted to stay in this moment forever. Gazing into her cloud grey eyes, her gazing back into my hazel ones, our hands locked together. Did we really have to go? Can't we just live on this plane forever? Drew's excitement got the better of her, and she dragged me down the now-empty isle, the other passengers in pursuit. We came to an abrupt stop at the plane doors as a woman in a flight attendant uniform thanked us "Thank you for flying with ASD air, we hope you enjoyed your flight. Please come again". She was clearly one of those overly-peppy DFS saleswomen. You know, the ones that go "And now, buy a ten tog duvet and get one absolutely free! DFS is only thinking of you and your comfort!". Yeah like. Drew stepped out of the plane and onto the steps. Her jaw dropped. Is that good or bad? "It's so warm!" she gasped as the hot California air washed over us. "Yeah" I chuckled, taking her hand and leading her down the steps. The afternoon sun beat down on the hard tarmac, scorching our skin and heating our bodies. Palm trees swayed back and forth in the gentle breeze, lining the runway for the planes. Drew couldn't stop looking around her. Her eyes scanned every single piece of ground, sky and tree. She was barely even walking she was too busy looking about, so intrigued she just couldn't help herself. "Come on Drew" I tugged her along gently as we made our way over to the large airport building. Now just to get our luggage. Inside was cool and refreshing, the air-con on so high you could hear it, instead of the music they played to entertain you whilst you stood and waited for your luggage to go round the carousel. We had been waiting about ten minutes when Drew dropped her head down on my shoulder, completely exhausted. "You ok?" I asked. "Yeah, just tired" she mumbled her reply. She yawned softly and brought her free hand up to gently rub her sleep-hazed eyes, the other one still locked with mine. I can't remember when I last let go of her hand. I began to smile at the thought, and didn't realise how distant I had been until- "Justin?". "Yeah babe?". "Isn't that our luggage?". Shit. It sat mockingly on the carousel, getting further and further away with every second. No way am I waiting for it to come around again. Without thinking, I let go of Drew's hand, and began to slide through the small crowd of people as fast as I could, determined to catch up with the runaway luggage. Ugh it's no use. There's too many people to get through. They stood like a daunting web around the carousel, lying in impatient wait for luggage of their own. Without thinking - again - I hopped up on the luggage carousel, the sudden flowing movement of the machine making me briefly dizzy. I could see Drew laughing and giggling as I hopped over people's luggage and dodged their small, unneeded bags that were just there to sabotage my mission. Another thing to add to the list of holiday duties: Number 2. Leave airport with more than one pair of boxers. In other words "Luggage". I finally caught up to Drew and my bags, leaning down and snatching them up before they could go anywhere else. Phew. That was hard work. I don't think I've ever done that much exercise in my entire life. I held onto the suitcases tight and jumped down from the carousel, beginning to make my way back to Drew, who stood looking highly amused and still very sexy, a simple grey cardigan now covering her shoulders. "Enjoy the show?" I chuckled when I got back to her. She gave me a little fathoming smile and a shake of her head "Why are you so odd Justin Bieber?" she giggled softly, taking her case from me. "I don't know. I'm Canadian" I shrugged with a grin, as if that excuse explained every weird thing I had ever done - and trust me, there were a fair few of them.
She couldn't stop looking out the window. Even though the Californian landscape flew by as we drove along an empty neighbourhood road, she still managed to make out the different houses, villas and mansions. This was an expensive part of town. "Is this where we're staying?" Drew turned to me from the passenger seat, tying her hair up in a messy bun to get it out of the way. Her excitement was the cutest thing. "Nah babe, just passing through. We're going somewhere nicer than this. It's a little bit more private too" I glanced at her as I drove along the street - in Usher's cherry red Ferrari. I hadn't asked to borrow it, but when we stepped out of the airport, a valet approached us swiftly, handing me a note and leading us to the vehicle. It read: "I know you'll be needing this some time or another. Have fun, and don't you dare crash it ;) - Usher". My initial thought: That guy :D. "Better than this? Are you kidding me?" she found it hard to believe as she slipped her sunglasses on. "Nope. It's the truth. Just relax. We'll be there soon" I smiled, turning off the street and moving on to a deserted lane. The further we drove, the more you could see the coast-line, with it's turquoise-light blue like waters. Drew pulled out her iPhone and took a picture of the ocean as we drove by. She then turned and snapped one of me, looking like a spaz as I concentrated on where to turn off next. Ah, yes, the right hand turning. "Are we there yet?" she giggled, clearly hyper as she leant over the gear stick and wrapped her arms around my neck. "Oh yeah we're staying in a tent on the side of the road" I chuckled sarcastically, making her grin. I hadn't actually told her it was a beach house. I hadn't told her anything other than we were going to Malibu. I'd kept her guessing this entire time. We had now reached a point where there were no houses, just a few fields and the coast. We were the only people driving along this road, which didn't surprise me. Usher and his family are pretty much the only ones that know it exists. And me, the sort of family. Brothers from another Mother. Sort of. Close friends :). Drew cut my thoughts short with a loud, girlish squeal. I shook myself out of my head, and realised the house was visible. "It's a beach house! Justin!" she squealed, squinting so she could see it better. I sped up, revving the Ferarri's engine and reaching the large house within seconds. I drove through the gates and turned the engine off. Drew clambered out of the vehicle, hands covering her mouth in shock. "Oh my God".
PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE I am begging you to take a look at the house because it is soooo difficult to describe and It's an absolutely lush house you won't regret it :D http://www.chriscortazzo.com/currentlistings/california/malibu/90265/yyVqs/30254-Morning-View-Drive.htm
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