"Can you just stop by at the next boutique?", I ask after a short while.

"There's one really close to the airport, I'll drop you off there. And please, get a disguise this time"

I sigh and stare out the window.

I hear Nicholas sigh and turn to face him.
Boy does his side profile look hot.

He doesn't seem to notice me staring at him. I notice the muscles clench and unclench around his jaw, his fist tightens around the wheel.

"Stupid", he mutters beneath his breath.

I wonder what he's so worked up about. He's not the one that got hurt.

I wonder what would have become of me if I had just stayed home that fateful day. 

I begin to muse and zone out of the real world.

Gosh! This car is so quiet. My mouth becomes itchy.

I hate it when I have to be so quiet. Just when I'm about to say something, the car comes to a halt.

"We're here!", Nicholas announces.

I stare in awe at the gigantic mall.

It's so freaking huge!

"Can you please give me your credit card?", I ask Nicholas and without hesitation, he hands me his credit card.

"Thank you" I whisper

I adjust my scarf and put on my shades back. I highlight from the car and subtly skip to the boutique.

I halt in my steps and go back to ask for the pin.

"Um... Turns out I don't know the pin"

I say with a sheepish smile on my face. He chuckles heartily and tells me the pin. I smile again and get lost in the throng of crowd.

"Alright, I need to get a platinum blonde wig", I whisper to myself and I walk along the wig aisle and frown in realization that the platinum blonde wig is a very rare wig to find in this part of Chicago.

Oh fuck!

I still search carefully and thoroughly through the throngs of wig in hope to find it when suddenly, an idea pops in my head...

"Excuse me!"

I say a little bit loudly for the attendant to here me. I quickly clear my throat to fake an accent.

"Is there a salon around somewhere?", I mutter in a scottish accent.

"Oh yes ma'am. Just go North from here and then head West. The first aisle there is the salon aisle"

"Say what bro? What the fuck is all the North, West talk about? Just tell me if I should fucking go left or right. Do I look like someone from the army who deals with all these geographical signs?", I say rather irritatingly.

It's like I'm bipolar or something.

You're overreacting Samantha!

"Told ya Ned. Them customers don't like that. Just tell 'em to go left or right. What's so fuckin' hard about that?"

A black young girl states as she passes with her cart and gives Ned a raised eyebrow and a pouted lips with her arms akimbo. Did I mention she's so beautiful? Damn she's so pretty!

"What ya still waitin' for man? Apologize and tell her where to fuckin' take",
Boy does she curse a lot.

"I'm sorry ma'am. Just go straight from here then make a right turn. That's the salon aisle", he murmurs sheepishly and I suddenly start to feel bad.

"Thank you. And excuse my earlier behavior. Let's just say I'm having a bad day. Here, have this. For the trouble", I say and squeeze some change into his hand into his hand.

I follow Ned's directions and true to his words, there are lots of salons here.

"We take care of your beauty here at beauty care"
I read the sign aloud. Nice one.

"Hello and welcome to Beauty care. We take care of your hair, your nails, your face and even your body. What would you like to do"

A young man with fixed nails and long hair states. I like him already.

"I'd like to get my hair dyed", I say

"SASHA!", the man screams and a frail Irish looking girl with red hair comes running towards us.

"Yes Joe?", she answers.

"She wants to dye her hair. Take care of it"

"Right this way miss", Sasha murmurs.

Wow! I like this place already. Someone chews gum so loudly causing the other customers to shrill.

"Tasha! How many times do I have to tell you to stop chewing gums so loudly?", Joe asks a blonde girl.

"I don't know uh... I lost count at 25", she says with a smirk and blows a bubble with the gum.

"Here take a seat", Sasha says and puts a clothes over my neck.

"Please remove your scarf and the shades".

"Do I have to?", I ask suddenly feeling frightened.

"Except you have an infected eyes, remove the glasses. But the scarf has to go or how will I dye your hair"

Right. I remove the scarf and keep the glasses.

"So what do you want to dye it into?"

"Platinum Blonde"

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After one hour and fifteen minutes, I walk out of the salon with a brand new look

Fuck! Nicholas must have searched for me.

I reach the car park and see Nicholas sleeping in the car. I smile in relief as I see his cute face.
I knock on the window of the car and immediately he wakes up with a start and only relaxes after seeing it's just me.

He opens the door and tries to stifle a yawn
"What took you so long?"

He asks trying to rub off the remaining bits of sleep from his eyes before looking at me again.
"Woah! Sam... You look amazing", he gawks and admires my new appearance!

"Thank you!" I mutter sheepishly and smile.

He revvs up the engine and we drive straight to the airport.

At the airport, our luggage is searched thoroughly.
Well I didn't carry any luggage though.
Our boarding pass is checked and before you know it we're seated comfortably in the plane.

"New York! Here we come baby!"
I wheeze excitedly and flail my hands in the air for demonstration of my excitement.

"Have you ever been to New York?"
Nicholas asks as he buckles his seat belt.

"Duh... Of course I've been to New York! Gosh! The city is usually so pretty this time of the year"

I say excitedly.

Why are you so excited?

"I have no fucking idea" I whisper and rub my palms together.

I look at Nicholas and notice him staring at me.

"You know, psychology says if you catch someone staring at you it means they're in love with you and now ... I don't really believe in those bullshit but with the way you're staring... I might have to reconsider"

I say indifferently as I reach for my backpack and grab a pack of cookies.

Nicholas ears soon turns red and I only smirk and plug in my headphones.

"Hey"
Nicholas nudges me with his elbow and I remove my headphones.

"Why are you wearing those?"
He asks pointing to the headphones.

"I wanna see if marshmallows grow in them" I reply with a really bored tone.

Why else would I wear headphones?

"What I mean is don't you wanna talk to me? I mean you talk a lot and I just assumed I'll be getting an earful during this journey"
Nicholas says shrugging

"You like when I talk to you? I mean people get bored when I start to rant unnecessarily so sometimes I just try to be on my lane which is really hard you know. I love talking a lot. I love talking to people. I just want everywhere to be lively when I'm there"

"I got you", he mouths, smiling uncontrollably and something in my chest does a double front flip.

"Okay I met this girl one time who asked if she should go for drunk driving or death by hanging..."

Well I guess it's story time...

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Author: Yes I Know... Lots of errors and blah blah blah... Thanks

Samantha: I'm in a plane with Nicholas fucking Macaulay!

Author: You're welcome

Nicholas: *winks at Sam*

Author: Am I the only one not shipping these two

Samantha: Of course you are... The name of our ship should be... Lasantha or Samolas or Terolay

Nicholas: Terolay?

Samantha: Yea yunno... MonTERO and MacauLAY... Or maybe we'll work on that later... For now I just wanna thank you beautiful readers for being so amazing and supportive. You really have no idea how much this means to me

Thanks a lot! I love you!