| CHAPTER 7 |
| Dillan was so nervous to tell Carrie that she was going to quit. No, this wasn't because of another employee. No, this was not that she didn't like the job anymore. This is because she doesn't know what's going to happen after the tour. This is because she is going to be gone for such a long time. This is because she wanted to be with AJ. After two weeks Dillan was on a plane to Orlando. Saying goodbye to her family, her fellow employees, her friends, was the hardest part about leaving. She knew she'd be back again, for sure. The trip over was the longest flight that Dillan thought she could have taken. She took an early flight to save for the time zone changes. The plane landed at exactly 12:21 pm. As soon as she stepped foot off the terminal she looked for a familiar face. She saw no one of the sort. Families hugged each other as they arrived safely, couples reunited, single fliers found their way, and people on business scurried off to meet their time schedules. Dillan searched throughout the crowd for a face that was looking for her. Exhausted and saddened that she had no one to pick her up, she plopped down on one of the chairs near the terminal. To her right was a rather large man who took up almost two seats, and smelled of honey and cigarettes. Across her was an old man, wearing a very classic suit, who sifted through some photos and chuckled as he reminiced of the memories the pictures gave him. Feeling Dillan's sad stare upon him, he glared over his glasses at her. Dillan turned quick to search for her ride, but turned back to face the man sitting across from her. "A little late?" Dillan shot him a confused look. "Excuse me?" "A little late, I say. The special someone you came here for. They're a little late?" "Oh," she felt embarrassed and pushed her blonde hair behind her ear. "Its okay," the man said adjusting his glasses, and putting his pictures in order. "My daughter is late as well. I haven't seen her in 20 years, you know?" He gave Dillan a picture of her. "She's beautiful." Dillan hands the picture back to him and searched once more to be saved. "GEORGE HARRISON! Dear," an old woman came storming up to the man and taking him by his hands. "The terminal is over there, not here. Charolette's plane just landed. I told you not to go wandering off." Within no time, the old couple staggered off and Dillan relaxed. She glanced at the man next to her. "One down, one to go," she thought slouching into her chair. She closed her eyes, and took a deep breath. A sudden hand on her shoulder made her fall to the ground and swallow what air she didn't let go. "Oh my, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to scare you." Dillan placed one hand on her heart and the other over her face in shock. "You didn't mean to scare me," Dillan questioned. "Yes, I'm sorry. Are you Dillan Hunter," the short blonde asked offering a hand for assistance to get up. "That would be me." "Good. I finally found you. I'm Leighanne." "I was starting to think someone had forgotten about me." "What? Oh Dillan, there's no way AJ would let that happen. From the day that you said yes to coming, all he's done is worried if his house was clean enough, and that you had a ride home." "Really," Dillan asked almost embarrassed. "No doubt. Let's go get the rest of your luggage and we'll talk more in the car." Chapter 8 Featured Stories Main Page |