Be My First 2 - Together Forever

Chapter 58 - London!

"Here." Jack handed me my suitcase, since I refused to let him carry it for me.

"Wow." I almost muttered. I took in the beauty of London. Sure, I've been here to model, but something about the spring air here takes my breath away.

"Let me take those for you!" A man in a blue navy bell hopper suit grabbed our suitcases and set them on a moving cart.

"Thank you." I smiled. We were at the familiar hotel that I've stayed at once before with Barbara. Jack and Jack on the other hand have never been here, so I'm excited to show them around.

"I like their accents." Jack J looked at everyone taking around us. I listened to the side conversations of the people as we walked through the lobby and to the elevator. (We checked in a few minutes ago and got a key.)

"Should we just pretend like we have accents for the week?" Jack smiled.

The bell hopper chuckled. When I glanced at him with a smile, he seemed shy and like he didn't mean to laugh out loud. I've noticed that people in London are a little more polite. Most of them always mind their own business and try not to cause trouble. Most.

"I'll do it, but don't hold me to it." I laughed.

"Paige, yours is the best out of all of ours." Jack J looked at me.

I shook my head. "Ah, whatever."

Ding! We arrived at floor 23, my lucky number. When the elevator doors whooshed open, the scent of fabric softener and pumpkin spice filled the air. I was pretty excited to be staying here. The last time I was here was with Barb and a couple other models and we stayed in the king suite, which is literally like a house. I was told they had excellent room service, so I tried to order something, but it was too expensive. Barb ended up buying a little French croissant with honey butter for me. Now that I have my own money, and a lot of it, I can eat all the croissants I want.

"What the hell? It smells so good." Jack sniffed the air.

"They use fabric softener. The guy who owns this place has almost a billion dollars, he has enough money to buy all of us our own hotel." I said.

"I could cry right now. I want to live here." Jack J examined the fluffy white carpet as we walked to our room. It's in perfect condition.

"Here we are." I pointed to the shimmering golden plate on the door that read RM. 208.

The bellhop took our suitcases off of the cart. We thanked him, then he was on his way.

"Holy... No way.." Jack opened the door and looked around. It smelt like French cookies and got chocolate. This wasn't really a hotel room, well it was, but it looked like an apartment.

The kitchen had solid granite countertops and little dishes with golden designs. The floors were white marble. The front room had 2 dark leathered couches, and a coffee table to match. The TV was bigger than the one we had in our own house. The two rooms were basically the same. A large bed with fluffy blankets and pillows, all which smelt like the fabric softener. The bathroom was like the rest of this place- gorgeous. Little soaps in the shape of roses, covered in pastel plastic wraps lined the counter tops. To top all of this off, we have a clear view of the city.

Jack covered his mouth. "Is this what it's like? Is this what it's like to say that we've actually made it?" He looked at Jack J.

Spontaneously, they hugged eachother. It almost made me cry, because I hardly ever see them hug. This was special.

"Bro, this is insane. We get to perform for thousands of people at an arena, too." Jack J sighed and looked out the window.

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A few hours later, we were out exploring the city. Eventually we stopped at 2 stores. One was a girl's clothing shop, and the other's was a guys clothing shop. They were both right next to eachother, so Jack and Jack went into one and I went into the other.

I looked around at all of the clothes. Everything in London is so nice. I've spoke to a few of the people here and they seem to think otherwise, but I always felt really elegant and fancy walking through the streets of London.

I came across a cute black vest with a furry hood. It goes great with my black longsleeve shirt, so I grabbed it. I then found a couple skirts and pants.

"Can I try these on?" I asked one of the workers.

"Yes!" She smiled. "Wonderful selections, follow me." She led me to the back and opened one of the dressing rooms for me.

"Thank you." I smiled.

"You're welcome." She smiled back with a thick accent.

I took the first pair of pants off of the rack and began to unbutton mine. Just then, I heard a girl clearing her throat in a dressing room next to me. I stopped what I was doing, because it sounded familiar.

"Hello?" She answered her phone. Her voice was too familiar. I set the pair of pants down and opened my door, resting it so it wouldn't shut all the way. I walked 2 doors down and eavesdropped on her conversation.

"I'm in the dressing room. When will you be here?" She spoke. My heart pounded and I wanted to cry.

"I can't wait that long!" She said.

"Fine, I'll meet you there." She sighed. I heard her hang up and set the phone on the hard bench. I was just about to knock when she opened the door, looking straight at me.

She was definitely more surprised than I was.