Pretty Disaster

Prologue

     My gaze traveled to Genesis, she was staring at nothing. She was wearing her favorite black eye liner, it was all smudged and messy, her hair was a mess and her clothes were still a little bit wet. Nothing was making things easier for the three of us. Now, what are we going to do? We missed our flight back to Puerto Rico and now we're stuck with these seven guys in their hotel room, our dream. But, nothing was as we expected it to be.

     I still don't remember anything about last night, I don't remember the concert, and much less how we got here. I looked at Yvonne and she was the same or even worse than Genesis, -I don't want to imagine how I look right now-. Yvonne was somewhat stunned, she hasn't poke a word. I could tell how nervous she was by the way she was biting her nails.

"This is a disaster." Genesis said, shocked.

She stood up from the divan and began to walk around.

"W-we a-are in BTS's suite” Yvonne nervously stuttered.

I brought my hands to my head and rub my temples with my fingers, I was stressed and I needed to breath. I needed to analyze all of this, then I realized what was going on...

 "This is a pretty disaster."  I said