if these wings could fly for the rest of our lives
Truly, it baffled Abigail to even consider that Arlo's parents might be so discontent to simply refuse to see their son altogether. After all, even though her own father often tended to spend the most of his time away from work, he surely would have dropped everything if Abigail ever flew to those exotic destinations to see him. It had certainly made her wonder what had occurred to place such a vast rift between those familial relations and yet, she had hardly dared to ask considering the mere trip was already clearly prompting such stress within her bestest friend already. For now, at least, the girl was willing to let that mystery persist, only to ensure she was extra exuberant for Arlo's sake alone. Maybe, if she focused only on the good parts of this trip, he could forget the bad ones? Maybe she could fill all the moments in which they weren't with his family with exciting wonderful things. Maybe this could be a little vacation just for them. That didn't sound so bad, did it? She certainly didn't think so, her mind entirely was made up the moment she slid into that vehicle. Those hazel eyes glanced up to watch her vampire boyfriend's reflection as he moved around the car to deposit her back in the trunk before moving to join her.
The young woman hardly anticipated that soft sensation of her boyfriend's lips brushing across her cheek, that simple affection prompted a small glimpse of surprise upon her innocent features even as he uttered his gratitude for her presence. Though she had officially been dating the man for several months now, sometimes those little touches and caresses still prompted that red hue to her cheeks. Tonight, however, the girl easily brushed off his thanks with the simple assurance that this was her job. This was what girlfriends did right? They went to scary places and rung their hands in nervousness when they first met the parents. She'd been TOTALLY googling this all night long - what was appropriate etiquette when your boyfriend's parents didn't get along with him? What were you supposed to wear? How were you supposed to act? It was all so hard. THe information was so conflicting and really it only prompted a soft fluttering in her heart to even THINK about. It was better, she was sure, for them both to just....like...not think.
Abigail's head bobbed quite firmly at the confidence that rang within Arlo's voice, her own feet tucked up on the seat as that vehicle slowly began to move away from the curb of her home. Her hazel eyes were turned outwards, quietly watching the brightness of the city lights before, eventually, they too dimmed out to little more than the bright overhead lights of the highway with little but darkness existing beyond it. Her attention turned from the window on by Arlo's calculation of how long it would take them to arrive to their destination. Abigail could hardly help the fashion at which she nibbled on her bottom lip at the late hour - this, she was sure, was not a good visiting hour. Still, it can't be helped, she supposed. It was, however, that mention of fruit baskets that prompted Abigail's abrupt insistence that their hotel surely wouldn't have fruit baskets for them. Of this, she was like...super duper certain! Her hazel eyes turned towards her boyfriend as he began to speak, momentarily stuttering over that 'scientific word'. The young woman waited, however, curious to see if he would remember it before she interjected. A small frown crossed her lips at his inquiry. He...kind of...sort of had a point. It wasn't like Abigail had stayed in many hotels.
"Umm..." She uttered softly, her finger rose to tap lightly on her lips in thought. "The hotel pictures." She responded after a moment. "They don't have pictures with fruit baskets in them. They'd have fruit baskets in their pictures if they put out fruit, wouldn't they? Besides...I didn't think we were going to a super fancy hotel...are we?" Though she had spontaneously glanced at those hotel websites on the days leading up to their trip, she had left all planning of that event to Arlo himself, leaving her wholly oblivious of exactly where they were staying or how much or...any of those specific details. Maybe he had picked a place that provided fruit baskets! Wouldn't that be a pleasant surprise? Her attention refocused as Arlo's hand reached for the radio, those songs were mostly a mystery to Abigail, though ever since she discovered the existence of a radio, she had quite taken to listening to it often when studying. Her head tilted ever so slightly at the song, this one as foreign to her as most of where and yet, she hardly dwelled on it long before inquiring after that very thought that had lingered upon her mind - making this a vacation.
She watched as Arlo seemed to consider the idea, only to merely shrug in response. She could hardly help the beam that spread across her lips as her hands clasped together in front of her. "That sounds like fun! Seeeee, I knew there was a reason to bring a swimsuit!" It was almost as if she had planned this ALL ALONG....almost. That excitement, however, only continued at all those job offers Arlo mentioned, ones she knew well were what he wanted, even if he didn't explicitly admit it. Frankly, she was excited for him. He could finally get back to being that rock star she knew he was! The names of those producers were all but foreign to her and yet, she was keen to nod along all together as if she entirely understood just how big of a deal this was. (What did managers even do??). "That's super great Arlo - have you picked one? A manager?" It seemed like a good question, and something she should know. "Will you join a band?" This, at least, was something she did understand. There weren't many rogue guitarists these days, not that she knew much of the music world to begin with, but without singing (which she knew he was unsure of, though why, God only knew), joining a band was like....his only option right? Could he be a freelance guitarist? Ahhh - so much to consider! So much to research! SO MANY QUESTIONS.
At the very least, she nodded again at the idea of asking Sebastian about it. He seemed...knowledgeable about all this. She had every faith he wouldn't lead Arlo astray. Still, it was that comment of attending a music festival with him that lingered on the forefront of her mind, prompting that innocent inquiry from her lips. Abigail hardly anticipated the reaction her ignorance would prompt within her boyfriend, those large eyes informed her well enough that her lack of knowledge was more akin to a CRIME. Uh oh. It was clear, that excitement within Arlo's voice as he explained just exactly what one of these festivities included. It sounded, kind of fun. Well, she liked the idea of food stalls and a giant open field and music. That sounded like of nice...at least until he got to the whole drunken people thing. People tended to be a bit overwhelming for the little panda. After growing up in such a small village, even attending college in Sacrosanct had been terrifying at first and that was just due to walking through a huge building and a classroom bigger than twenty people! The young woman nibbled on her bottom lip in thought, "I...guess it could be kind of neat..." She started, even with the smidgen of hesitance within those soprano lyrics. At the very least, she was willing to try it once. Really, Abigail was willing to try anything at least once, if only so she could say she'd done it before.
It was that prospect of the Rolling Stone, however, that drew her attention from her own uncertainty, the girl perking up visibly in that moment. "They did?" She inquired, suddenly far more curious as to why they were inquiring about her - much less how they even knew about her at all! That idle comment that everyone had seen their picture, however, caused an almost contemplative glimpse upon her features. "I wonder if Papa saw it...." She commented softly to herself, even though she had told her father very little of her new life in the busy city without him. Her head tilted as she considered it a moment longer before inquiring with clear curiosity. "Why would they want to know about me? Is being a mystery a good thing?" The idea of everyone knowing who she was sounded kind of scary....
Abigail Hughes a were red panda