The Void Between Stars: Book 4 Of The Orion Series

London Regrets

The following day, the three of us woke up early. After a quick (but hearty and delicious) breakfast, we were out the door. Scott was kind enough to show us around. We spent the day site-seeing, going from the lovely countryside to London.

I had been before, on tour of course, but never really got the chance to enjoy it. Scott pulled out all the stops. We rode a double-decker bus. We went on the London Eye. From there we walked along Westminster Bridge (which I was totally dorking out about, because it made me think of the zombie movie 28 Days Later). We wandered around Old Palace Yard, as well as the Palace of Westminster. We admired Big Ben, and hit up other places of interest, like Piccadilly Circus. It was truly a perfect day.

Of course Scott and I were recognized. We made sure to try not to draw too much attention to ourselves. That's a little hard, though, when one of the world's most famous actors is hanging out with one of the world's most famous singers. Luckily it remained manageable, and I had the foresight to take my anxiety meds that morning just in case. Plus we, of course, had an unmarked security detail following us, both by car and several on foot.

Amy was having an absolute field day. In the morning she had still been shy, but by lunch she had completely reverted into just herself. Lots of selfies with Scott and I. Lots of pictures taken with Amy and myself, and even a few of just Amy and Scott. By the time we decided to make our way back to the countryside, I really felt like we were just three old friends hanging out.

"God," Amy muttered on the limo ride back, admiring all the pictures she had of the day. "I am so going to be the Queen of High School when I get back and show everyone these pictures."

I chuckle. "I thought you already were once word got out you're my sister?"

"Well, okay, more Queenly. Like, Empress of the Seniors." Scott chuckled. Amy glanced at him. "I mean, if that's okay with you guys, that I show people these pictures?"

Scott laughed then. "I'm game if you're alright with it, Bauwens," Scott told me.

I grin at Amy. "Whatever--it'll be good publicity for us."

Amy squealed softly and went back to gushing over her pictures.

It was time for a late dinner when we made it back to the mansion. Afterwards, Scott excused himself for an early bedtime. Though I myself were tired, Amy was still on an adrenaline rush from the day. I agreed to hang out with her in her room.

We were sitting on her massive bed. I was picking at my nails as Amy uploaded her pictures to God knows where on her laptop. After a point, she stopped her clicking and typing and glared at me.

"What?" I asked.

Amy rolled her eyes. Shutting her laptop, she grabbed a makeup bag from off her nightstand. Without a word, she scooted forward and held out her hand to me. "Gimme your hands."

I laugh. "What? Why?"

She gives me her death glare. "Orion."

I stick my hands out. After a moment, she opens up her bag, fishes around for a second, and then takes out an emory board. Without asking, she begins to file my nails. Once that's done, still holding my right hand, she takes out a bottle of nail polish.

"W-what're you doing?"

"Painting your nails."

I pull back my hand, holding it to my chest. "Like fucking hell you are!"

"Orion, come on," Amy says, reaching for my hands.

"No!"

"Orion!"