A Week of Fame

A Little Bump

               Fast forward a couple of months, you're feeling the pressures of finals coming on. You have 3 papers due, a class project that you still haven't started, and the professor you're aiding for wants you to grade papers and tutor a couple of sophomores. Weight training for practice has given you some relief. You definitely needed it, not that you're out of shape, but it just has always relaxed you. Adrian informed you that her parents have sent the tickets for your plane ride to LA. If you can finish this week strong, you'll be living the high life on vacation with your best friend.

"Y/N come on! We're gonna be late for practice," Adrian calls from the front door.

You step out of your room and away from your computer, "I'm not going, I already messaged coach. I have to get these papers done, otherwise instead of vacation I'll be trying to find time to retake these classes."

You hear her huff from your room, but there was nothing you could do. A 18-page paper on World War II and it's financial disadvantages? Seriously? As much as you didn't want to write it, at least you were good at taking notes. Once you got a good amount of the paper finished, you moved on to grading other students on their writing ability.

To your surprise the week flew by, and in no time, you were on the plane watching the ground get further and further away. You could finally breathe. Adrian was air drumming to the music coming from her earbuds while she was sitting next to you. Taking the time to just unwind, you watch the fields below come across your window and disappear in perfectly formed squares.

"Are you going to be this quiet the entire trip?" Adrian's voice makes you jump slightly.

You look confused, "You were listening to music, you wouldn't have heard me speaking even if I tried. So, I just didn't."

She rolls her eyes at you sarcastically, "So, what do you want to do our first night in LA? I hear there are a ton of clubs that see A-Listers frequently."

Now it was your turn for an eyeroll, "Is that why you picked LA? Are we going celebrity hunting now?"

"Oh, chill out. It's not a hunt, but you can't tell me it wouldn't be really cool to see Chris Pratt or Ryan Reynolds and Blake Lively at a club.

"First off, Ryan and Blake have children, so I highly doubt they would be caught dead at a club in LA. Second, I could spend my entire life never meeting a celebrity, and be perfectly happy with that," you comment.

"Fine," was Adrian's only comeback. "Be like that, but the second you see Tom Hanks, you'll be high as a kite, and you know I'm right," she says quickly before you could argue.

After having to catch a connecting flight in Colorado, you land safely at LAX. You make your way to the rental car station, and the guy hands Adrian the keys. Luckily, her parents helped her get full coverage on it, because you know how horrible she is at driving. Next thing you know you're lounging in a convertible, headed off to your Airbnb.

It was a beautiful day to take in the full glamor that was Los Angeles, California. Palm trees floated by while people were biking and rollerblading down the sidewalks. Back home, you had 8 inches of snow waiting for you, but here your dark blue tank top and lime green shorts were the perfect attire. That's right, you were soaking in the sun while you had it.

Adrian's parents really went all out on your Airbnb. They rented you a full villa on the water, for two weeks! It had windows panning from the ceiling to the floor, two decks looking out over the water, one on top of the other, and more bedrooms than you could count. And it was all yours. It had a beautiful, modern look to it. The bedroom you picked had a perfect view of the sea, with its own balcony. The bed was fluffed with a thick white comforter. Clean, spacious, you could get used to this.