if these wings could fly for the rest of our lives
Abigail didn't go on trips. Well...that is...she didn't before Arlo...and the whole moving thing. Okay, okay, before moving here, she didn't go on trips. That was better! This whole packing affair was still something the poor girl struggled with. It wasn't like she was incredibly high maintenance, or so she thought. After all she was still figuring out this whole makeup thing...what did the department lady say that cream was for again? The problem was she kept thinking of 'what-ifs'! Preparing for all possible situations was hard! That inquiry caused her hazel eyes to turn upwards in thought. "Umm.....clothes for tomorrow and underwear and socks and a jacket if I get cold and a swimsuit because all the hotels have swimming pools if we wanted to swim at night and a cover dress from my swim suit and pajamas and a dress in case we want to go to dinner and an extra blanket and my hair brush and my toothbrush and I got this really yummy smelling mango lotion and...." Her voice trailed off as she fit her key into the lock of her townhome, only after taking one final glance around the interior of her little house, as if doing so might help her remember anything she might have forgotten for that short weekend away.

The girl turned lightly on her feet, only to eye that lopsided grin she was given. A small, warm simper traced her features as the woman as her hand fit within Arlo's own, her steps lightly and fluttery as she hopped down those two steps from her front porch to the front walk and that rental car that awaited them. Abigail was excited. And a little nervous. But mostly excited. After all, she got to see where Arlo grew up! And they got to go on a little vacation AND she got to see someplace new! Those were all super duper exciting things! Unfortunately, she also knew all too well that this trip was probably not going to go as well as she wanted it to and, frankly, it only made her strive even harder to try to think of fun things that the pair could do on that short time out of town. She didn't entirely understand the relationship her boyfriend had with his family, particularly when he insisted that she likely wouldn't even meet them. What kind of parents didn't want to meet their son?! That was a big red flag if anything. Plus, he had that whole.....stress aura thing goin on. He liked to pretend he didn't but....animals were like...super sensitive to that stuff. Plus, she was kind of around him like all the time as it was, she was tooootallllyy in tune with him. He couldn't fool her! NO WAY!

Abigail settled in her seat, watching her boyfriend as he closed the door, only to move around the car and deposit her bag into the trunk. The girl nibbled on her bottom lip as she considered how she might further ease Arlo's nerves, even while they both pretended that everything was completely okay. Her eyes briefly met Arlo's own as the car rumbled to life beneath them. That soft utterance prompted a grin to her features as his lips brushed sweetly against her cheek."I'm happy to come. We're going to have lots of fun, right?" She responded, her head tilted to the side as her hands clapped together in front of her. She was entirely determined to make sure her assurance was super duper true. She would totally make sure this worked out somehow! She wasn't sure how but....somehow!

The young woman tucked her feet up on the chair beneath her as the vehicle began to move through that peaceful neighborhood. The traffic was quite near non-existent, at least, in her part of town. Soon enough, however, that road led to the main part of the city, and further out towards the great world beyond. At the very least, she supposed it was nice that there was little traffic at all here too, though, Abigail might have liked to have seen what lay beyond the darkness of her windows. Still, she knew that was impossible and...she supposed she loved Arlo enough that maybe a little darkness and some missed sights were okay. A small blush crossed her features as her gaze darted towards him. Her head bobbed slowly at the time, her gaze briefly flickered towards the clock on the dashboard as she considered the lateness of the hour. Hopefully his parents wouldn't be asleep....or they at least wouldn't be bothering them too too much. She noted the way he brushed over his parents and yet, Abigail had no intention on lingering on what was clearly an uncomfortable topic. Rather, she shook her head ever so slightly. "Hotels don't have fruit baskets, silly!" She assured him, cause she'd totally stayed in ALL the hotels before.

Still, she was perhaps equally as gungho on this whole positive spin effort. After all, Abigail was like the QUEEN of positivity! "You know, we could always stay an extra day or something....it might be kind of nice right? Just us on a vacation? I bet there's lots of cool things around there we can do at night right?" Her gaze turned towards him, those bright hazel eyes entirely steadfast in her belief that Arlo would surely know all the super neat places they could occupy their time with. Hopefully none that brought back icky memories either. That prospect of job offers, however, made the young woman perk up, her eyes widened ever so slightly as her attention fully focused on the man beside her - not that it wasn't already. "REALLY? You have to tell me ALL about them!" Really, it was super duper exciting, Arlo was like, such a great guitar player that he totally deserved to do something really neat with his skills. Maybe he could get into another band! A better band! That would be super awesome, right?! Wait...he had said....free tickets....to a...what? "What's a music festival?" She inquired abruptly, glancing up at him with a quite near blank stare. Did they like...march through the streets playing music or something? Or was it like a giant dance off? She'd never had a music festival where she lived. Maybe everyone just got together and played music together like a supermassive band? Was this like....hard to get into? Ahhh, so many questions!