My Elevatorboy :)

1 || "mature" cousin

|| amelia's pov: ||

I wake up to my cousin yelling my name.

"I'm up!" I yell and pull the cover over my head.

I then feel the cover being yanked off me.

"Amelia, I told you to get ready. You're going to be late. Get up!" She says and picks up my clothes that is laying on the floor.

I grunt and put the pillow over my face. I hear her sigh before she leaves my room.

I finaly get up and go to take a shower.

l put on clothes, do my hair and then simple make up.

"Amelia!" she yells, "If you're not dressed I swe-"

"I'm done!" I yell back.

I'm sure you must be confused about why I'm getting yelled at.

It all started when I got asked to be a photographer for a model agency as well as a model for them. They're known as East West Models and are based in Germany, Frankfurt.

I don't speak German, but it's fine because they speak English when I'm talking to them. The not so fun part is when they are talking German around you and you have no idea what they're saying. Like, you'd never know if they're gossiping about you or you don't even get to hear the tea that is getting spilled over someone or something.

I'm currently visiting my cousin, Monica, in Barcelona. Monica is three years older than me, but she acts like she's my fucking mom just because she's older than me and I'm not "mature" enough. I'm literally 20 and she is 23 years old. Not so older, is she?

Her mother, Elena, is my aunt- she's my mom's sister, she's also three years older than my mom. My mother says that Monica acts exactly like her mom and that I'm in the same position my mom was- I guess that means Elena also acted like the more mature one than my mother.

At least Monica and I are not sisters, or else hell would be loose.

And Monica has a dad, Nicolás, who is Spanish. Monica only exists because her mother was visiting Spain and then she met her dad. And then Elena moved to Spain to be with Nicolás and then Monica was made.
Monica eventually moved to Barcelona to chase after her dreams to become I have no idea what.

And the reason why she's currently yelling at me, is because I might miss my flight to Frankfurt because of my lazy ass.

My flight is at 5 A.M. and it's 4:32 A.M. now.

Shit.

I take my luggages, purse, camera bag and phone and head to the door. Monica is coming with me and is saying goodbye to me at the airport.

"You forgot some of your clothes!" Monica yells.

"Leave it and come on!" I reply and head out.

We take a cab to Barcelona International Airport.

We get to the airport and I give the driver a tip before heading into the airport.

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"Call me as soon as you land." Monica says and embraces me before I have to get on my flight that is like almost.

"Yeah mom." I reply sarcastically.

"Good morning passengers. This is the pre-boarding announcement for flight 601B to Frankfurt. All passengers requiring special attendance and passengers with small children, you may now begin boarding. Regular boarding will begin in approximately five minutes. Please have your boarding pass with your identification ready. Thank you." A male voice announces.