Thread: Holiday Party [Tune Mizu x MachineHeart]

The young man let out a long sigh as the plane landed on the runway. His fingers relaxed from their death grip on the arm rests and ran nervously through his ear length blonde hair. He still didn't fully relax until the plane came to a full stop and didn't dare move until the pilot said they were free to go. 'Just breathe Dylan, you're safe.' he thought to himself, closing his eyes as he waited for his turn to get his things. When he opened them his gray eyes sparked with determination. He grabbed his single carry on and hurried off the flying death machine, his shoulders tensing until he was free of the terminal. Dylan held his coat tighter against his body, shivering in the snow as he tried to hail down a cab. He knew things would have been easier if he had traveled with Jason but he was trying to put some distance between his old companion. Memories flashed behind his eyes but they halted as a cab rolled to a stop. He quickly climbed in, gave the address, and rubbed his face in an attempt to warm his skin. With no facial hair he was more sensitive to the cold. 'Maybe I should have grown out a bread.' he thought, smiling to himself. Oh dear! You made it! a woman exclaimed, embracing the younger woman standing in the doorway. The young woman's green eyes lit up in surprise but put her arms around the older woman, relaxing into the hug. Mom! Dad! Guess who made it - Charlotte! the woman said, leaving Charlotte to struggle through the hotel door with her luggage alone. She gave a half hearted smile to her grandparents who she knew better as Jim and Stacy and her mother as Amy. She nodded her head in greeting, not really knowing how to act around these people. Her mother had her when she was young so her father had practically raised her. She felt as if her grandparents were ashamed of her which was why they passed her off, but it was okay. She looked just like her father anyway, save for the green eyes passed around her mother's family. Charlotte. her grandfather said, more of a statement than a welcome. Her grandmother just smiled a bit tensely. She forced a smile back, she was only here at her mother's request and her father thought it would be a good idea. Amy seemed undaunted by the frostiness in the room and made her way back to her daughter, embracing her in another hug. Oh sweetie. she pulled back suddenly, looking at the two twin beds, We weren't sure you would make it so we only got one room. You can share my bed tonight and we will get you your own room in the morning. Amy gave her a big smile which Charlotte returned half heartedly. We were heading over to the party after we got washed up a bit. I'm sure you want to as well with all of that traveling. Amy carried on, suddenly noticing her daughter's bags and picking them up to place on the bed. She opened them and began rummaging through, looking for something Charlotte could wear for tonight. The young woman waited, feeling a bit out of place, as her grandparents moved around her, heading for the bathroom to freshen up. Dylan paid the taxi driver and faced the house with a contented sigh. He was glad to have finally arrived and wondered if the neighbors were over yet, getting the party started. He made his way to the door, grimacing at the snow, trying to hurry before he started shivering again. He attempted to kick off most of it at the door step but some still clung on to his boots. His scarf and beanie were a lost cause, frosted in a light powder but he would be reluctant to remove them. He knocked loudly at the door, hoping someone would open it soon before he froze to death. Still, he offered a smile to whoever would answer the door, he was looking forward to the festivities.