[Book 1 in the Chaos series]
The Theory of Kayden:
- frontman of before the chaos
- typical bad boy
- grade a jackass
- caffeine addict
- my utter weakness
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\\ i don't know why all the trees change in the fall
but i know you're not scared of anything at all
don't know if snow white's house is near for far away
but i know i had the best day with you today \\
taylor swift - the best day
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"Get up, get up, get up!"
Who the hell is that?
I let out a groan and roll onto my side, pulling my duvet up with me. Not today. I want a lie in today.
"Tay-Tay, it's lunchtime! Get your arse out of bed!" I can hear that it's Nate now. What the hell does he want?
"What?" I grumble into my pillow. "I'm tired."
"We're in Edinburgh and I'm taking you out for the day like we used to do before I moved to London," he tells me. Edinburgh? How the hell did we get here so quickly? We were in Bristol the last thing I knew. I really slept through the entire drive? Jesus Christ.
I roll over to face him, tucking my chin into my elbow. "Only if we can have lunch at the City Restaurant."
He smiles at me and raises an eyebrow. "Did you really think I would organise anything else?"
"Give me a few minutes to get ready," I say, pushing my covers back. He nods and disappears, closing the door behind him.
Mine and Nate's trips into the capital were a monthly tradition. After getting off the train, we'd always get lunch at City Restaurant before walking to the bottom of Arthur's Seat, back up the Royal Mile and along Princes Street, going shopping.
That was until Access Denied became a thing. He was too busy and was always in London. Then, when we tried it, we just got chased around by fans. It just wasn't fun anymore.
Hopefully, today, we can fix that.
I quickly get dressed, throwing some makeup onto my face and pulling my hair back into a high ponytail. Soon enough, we're leaving the buses where they're parked at Edinburgh Park, which is about a ten-minute train ride from the city centre.
As soon as we step onto the platform off the train, Nate places a cap and sunglasses on, concealing his face as much as possible. I'm hoping it's going to be enough.
Instantly, we're greeted by the sounds of bagpipes once we emerge outside. "This city definitely has a way of making you feel more Scottish than you are," Nate comments as we begin the walk to lunch.
"It's the smell of weed, isn't it?" I reply, sniffing a couple of times. "There's something distinctly Scottish about the smell of drugs in the air."
