Kurt Cobain//L.H. *DISCONTINUED*

0.4

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"Please fasten your seat belts as we are to land in Sydney airport in a few minutes. Thank you." The flight attendant said using the microphone.

I start to stretch a bit, but because of the limited space I had, I wasn't contented by it. I look to my side to see Ashton waking up too.
"Hey bud, fasten up your seat belt, we're about to land" I tell him, it feels like we've known each other for a long time.

"Okay, thanks" he replied, putting his seat belt on.

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"It's been really nice spending time with you. We can catch up sometime?" Ashton spoke as we walked outside of the plane.

"Yeah sure. Can I have your number?" I asked. I didn't mean to be aggressive like that. I mean, it feels like we're siblings now.

"Of course! Here, get my phone and give me yours." We exchanged numbers and said our goodbyes for now. I texted my parents to let them know I landed safe. That's when jet-lag started to hit me bad.

I walked to the cab terminal and gave them the address to my hotel. Luckily, the room I got had a nice view of the Sydney Opera House.

"Here we are, ma'am." The cab driver told me with an interesting accent. I can tell he was trying to sound normal because I wasn't from here, but I'm okay with it.

"Thank you, how much would it be?" I asked.

"Oh no worries, it's on me. I picked up that you're a tourist, are ya?"

"Yeah, I actually am. And thank you again. That's very nice if you." I said fixing all my stuff.

"Oh don't mention it." He smiled.

I walked into the door and welcomed by a really expensive looking chandeliers and marble flooring. This must be a five-star hotel.

"G'day ma'am. How may I help ya?" The girl in a navy blue uniform said.

"Uhm, I have a reservation in the view suite. Here's my I.D." I showed her my card and she quickly typed in my name.

"A tourist, huh? First time here?" She asked me while still processing the reservation.

"Yeah, just wanted a break from the cold weather." It was partially true, I mean, I live in New England and the weather there is flipping bipolar.

"Here ya go, just turn right and you should see an elevator and your room is #645 in floor 8. Enjoy your stay here!" She ended it with a really cheery voice.

"Thank you." feels like I've said that phrase a million times already today.

I followed what she said and once I reached my room, I was almost out of breath. I put my bags down and my assistant left the baggage cart beside me. I put my card in the censor and opened the door. Surprised by what was inside. I mumbled a little "woah" when I went further inside because the place inside was practically room goals and ASDFGHJK kill me now. I walked to the window and pushed aside the curtains, just to be welcomed by the scenery of the place I wanted to go to since I was 11. The Sydney Opera House looked truly amazing in this room and I looked forward to see this for a couple more days.

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After the mini room tour I did, I fixed my things and went to the bathroom for a nice, long bath. After I finished, I ordered room service food just because I was too lazy to go outside to eat lunch. Even though it's only in the afternoon, I slept anyways because my body clock is 15 hours behind.

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Okay what even is this.