Although he was very excited for this all-paid-for vacation trip to Hawaii, Mckinley was as awestruck as he thought many other kids would be. He'd lived in Hawaii for three years when his dad was in the Army, so it wasn't as if everything were so brand new. That being said, now he had his trusty camera - not one, but four, in fact - and he could spend as much time as he wanted taking pictures of oceanscapes, tropical flowers, and ridiculous tourists. Not only that, but he also already knew someone in this hotel. He had in fact made the trip with Annie; her parents were actually the ones who had been able to convince his parents that it would be good for him to go. That, he was very thankful for. He was already planning a way on making it up to her. But right now, as he stood in the lobby and waited for Annie to stumble along with her luggage, he was thinking about converting the bathroom into a darkroom, for at least one day, maybe just before the end of the trip. Mickey already knew that he'd have some photos that he wouldn't be able to wait to develop.
He only had three bags: a rolling suitcase, a messenger bag, and a briefcase that held his most expensive camera. In actuality he probably had more camera equipment than clothes, even though he did have the mind to bring along a swimsuit. He was looking at this trip as more of a way to get some amazing pictures that he'd normally miss out on anyway. Glancing back at the stumbling Annie, Mickey decided that he would check in at the front desk while he waited, since it had been made clear by parents of both parties that they absolutely would not pay for a room for the two to share. Obviously they wouldn't be able to stop them from getting into each other's rooms - and, yes, Mckinley and Annie would have many sleepovers while they were here - but they thought it would cut the amount of hanky panky; no matter how much he protested that they were only good friends and nothing would happen, no one seemed to listen or care.
Mckinley received his keycard and then stepped to the side to wait for his friend to check in as well.
"Oh!" The syllable squeaked out of her mouth as one of her lilac suitcases dropped from under her arm to the ground, just outside of the hotel, as she was getting out of the taxi. Blue glass eyes glared in Mickey's direction; that jerk. He had run off as soon as he had gotten his luggage and left Annie to fend for herself. He should have known better than to do that; some gentleman he was. At least the taxi driver seemed to have some compassion; he got out and helped her to the door at least. But Annie had quite a few bags - of course she did, what girl didn't; plus she had her cameras as well. She was practically a walking pile of suitcases when she tripped on the rug coming through the lobby doors. She was used to stumbling and just happy she wasn't sprawled on the floor now.
It wasn't long before a rather charming bellhop came by and helped put her bags on a cart. She smiled stupidly, a blush rising to her cheeks and tinting the tops of her ears. She thanked him and went to check in, but not without tripping a final time, this time over what seemed to be nothing. The hard soles of her wedge shoes clacked loudly as she caught herself in a long stride; attractive in a dress, she was sure. Checking in was far more simple than actually getting into the hotel was, and she went over to Mckinley when she finished. "That bellboy is mine," she teased him quietly.