if these wings could fly for the rest of our lives
Was it really so bad that she had wanted his family and hers to get along? She had known that tonight was going to be difficult. Arlo had warned her that he wasn't exactly on friendly terms with his family and yet, she hadn't quite expected the extent at which his family was fractured. Those tears traced her cheeks as she sobbed, those tears more for Arlo than herself. She had just wanted their approval, that very admittance fell from her lips but moments later, in between her choked sobs. His assurance that it was hardly her that they disliked hardly helped to assuage that hurt that affected her, even though she appreciated his attempt to try for her sake. "I don't want to be with someone, not you." Those glassy hazel eyes looked up towards him as he handed her an old t-shirt from that box she had fetched for him. She could see right through that weak simper upon his lips as he attempted to shove those emotions away, only to offer some vague explanation of why his family had reacted so poorly. Truthfully, she could hardly help that dubious look on her features, even as she insisted that family's certainly weren't like that. Her Arlo was not like that. He was sweet and goofy and kind and caring. He could never do anything that would warrant his family to threaten them with death!

Her hazel eyes briefly met the blue of her boyfriend's own as Arlo's fingers brushed away those tears from her cheeks. Gingerly, she leaned into his touch, the apple he had offered her was still cradled in her lap. The sudden chuckle on his lips caused a glimpse of confusion on her features, her eyebrows furrowed ever so slightly. Her hazel eyes slowly turned towards the apple in her lap. It wasn't the apple, of course, that had brought those tears to her eyes, but rather that Arlo had so willingly endured another moment with his family just to make her happy. It hadn't gone unnoticed by the woman, nor did his attempt to distract her. Abigail sniffed, picking up the apple within her fingertips, only to assure him that, at the very least, it was a good apple. Her hazel eyes turned upwards as the vampire gestured towards the green light, her foot moved from the break to gently press on the accelerator as she brought her treasured apple to her lips. She was altogether content to simply nom on that apple she was given as she followed the directions towards that hotel. They were both still quiet in that vehicle and yet, the silence seemed different than before, far less tremulous and filled with emotions.

It was the sudden mention of the hot tub and swimming pool Abigail had suggested hours upon hours ago that brought a ghost of a simper to her features, the young woman readily agreeing to his plan as she made the turn into the hotel's parking lot. "Okay." She responded, trying her best to muster her enthusiasm as she pulled into a parking spot, putting that car into park. The young woman trailed after her boyfriend, fetching her bag from Arlo's hands as they headed towards the hotel lobby. It was.....distinctly quiet, given the late hour and yet, even Abigail found herself parting her lips in awe of the place. It was far far far nicer than the little hotel in her hometown! If this wasn't a five-star hotel, Abigail could scarcely imagine what one of those looked like! Abigail was more than content to let Arlo deal with their reservation as she eyed those finer details of the hotel's lobby, from the tiled floors to the bright, pretty chandelier overhead. It kind of reminded her of Dorian's home....just....not quite as nice as that. Maybe a five-star hotel was like palace level? That conundrum turned around in her mind as the young woman followed Arlo towards the elevator, joining him as he pressed the button for the 10th floor. They were going to be up super duper high!

Her gaze skirted over the hallway she found herself in, eying the plaques on the wall that numbered each room as Arlo moved further down the hallway. She watched as he suddenly paused in front of a rather nondescript door, his keycard swiping only to bright a small green light on the locking device. With a soft push, the door silently slid open, presenting them with an entire suite just for them!! "Woahhh." Abigail declared, her bag falling to the floor just in the inside of their room. The girl quickly moved towards the large windows that took up one wall and the balcony that laid just on the other side. "It's so pretty!" She declared, looking out on all the lights she could see from the town. It was the first time she'd been in a building so tall and high at night time. The views were incredible! She could only imagine what it must be like to have some swanky flat in downtown - views like this every night! Oh that'd be like so amazing! Maybe when Arlo got to be super duper famous again he'd get a fancy flat and then she could come to visit and stare out his window and they could go outside on his balcony and have dinner in the summer! Okay, well, maybe she'd have dinner in the summer....but still! It was like...the dream. The girl turned on her toes to eye the man as he commented of the chocolate on the pillows. "This is amazing Arlo!" She informed him with glee, all trace of that sadness that had afflicted her but half an hour ago had somehow disappeared in the tidal wave of her amazement.

It was the unzipping of his bag that finally caused Abby to move from her spot in front of the windows, the girl practically bouncing across the suite as she retrieved the bag she'd dropped earlier. Her head nodded enthusiastically at Arlo's inquiry of her swimsuit. "Uh huh!" She declared, tossing her bag on the small platform designed just for luggage. Her own fingers deftly went to work at the zipper of her bag, the girl diligently searching for that swimsuit amongst the other clothes and 'necessities' she had brought on her first trip away from home. She gathered her swimsuit into her arms, turning only to face the bare skin and smooth flesh of Arlo's chest. It wasn't the first time she'd seen him in little more than his underwear and yet, it still brought that red hue to her cheeks. How did she get so lucky to date him?!?! The girl slipped into the bathroom, quickly working on undressing. The black skirt went on first, the outfit stopping far above anything she'd ever worn before, the very bottom of that skirt only barely brushing against the bottom of her butt. A soft breath was given as she fiddled with the bikini top, the clothing revealing far more of her chest then she'd ever shown Arlo before. She nibbled on her bottom lip, eying herself in the mirror. Hopefully, it looked okay....at the very least she had no other options and she'd left Arlo waiting long enough.

Hesitantly, the young woman opened the door to the bathroom, stepping out only for Arlo's sentence to stop quite in the middle of whatever he was going to say. Oh dear. Was it that bad? Her gaze turned almost anxiously to the floor as she stood there in front of him, altogether aware of his bright blue eyes upon her. She should have grabbed her towel too, maybe this was too much. Her lips parted as if to ask that very question only for Arlo to suddenly realize he'd stopped in the midst of what he was saying. His admittance that he'd forgotten what he was saying caused her hazel eyes to turn questioning towards him, only for that compliment to bring that grin back to her features. "Really really? It isn't...to...." She paused, unsure of what word to fit there. "....too....little?" After all, they had never had swimming suits like this in her little fishing village! Or even swimming pools for that matter. Gasp! It was her first time in a hot tub! This was going to be so exciting! Her fingers easily reached out for his, threading between his own as Abigail allowed Arlo to lead them towards that hot tub at the tip top of the building. THEY WERE SO HIGH!!! A ready giggle left her lips as she bounded towards that hot tub, inquisitively bending over the edge to lightly touch the water with her hand.

"It's so hot!" She declared, amazed by the bubbles and steam. She watched as Arlo so easily climbed in it, that contented sigh brought a grin to her lips as she tentatively placed one foot in, followed by the next, letting her body adjust to the heat. She hardly had time to get situated within it before Arlo pulled her closer against him, the girl entirely aware of her skin against his. Her head bobbed in agreement, the girl certain that this was definitely the best part of their whole night, not that such was hard considering how awful their night had been. Her gaze shifted towards him as she watched the man run his hand through his hair. "Of course." She responded to that small word or appreciation, only for another thought to linger upon her mind. "Arlo....?" She inquired, her eyebrows furrowed as she turned her gaze back towards the water that surrounded them. "I was wondering.....um....what's a groupie? And...why does you being a vampire have anything to do with your bedroom?" His sister's words, apparently, still lingered upon the forefront of her thoughts, those questions far more important than what had happened to cause such a divide in the first place.