A Star - Chenford

O Children

Tim unlocked his room's door, the rest of the group on his heels. The main room was spacious and full of expensive-looking furniture. A small kitchen was on the left, and a big bedroom on the right with rolling barn doors. He walked towards the kitchen to grab beers out of the fridge.

"This place is awesome, Tim! I knew you were rich but I didn't know you were that rich." Lucy joked as she sat on a stool facing out to the living room.

   "His amazing manager got him all of his money. You can thank me for this." Angela remarked as she plopped onto the couch next to Jackson. Tim walked around the island and into the living room to hand them their beers.

   "Yes, Angela. Thank you for the money I don't need." He replied as he rolled his eyes.

   "You don't like being rich?" Jackson gasped as he exaggerated. Tim shrugged his shoulders as he settled into the stool next to Lucy. He handed her a beer and they both took a sip.

   "Being rich is just more responsibility. Plus, all my old friends and family just wanted to take my money so I don't have many friends. Just Angela," Tim's eyes flickered to Lucy's after a second of silence, "and you two I guess."

  "Glad to know we are friends now. You would think you wouldn't want to spend your time with the poor." Lucy gestured to Jackson and laughed as he gasped and put his hand to his heart.

   "The poor are fun! And I'm not that poor, " he defended himself, "not sure about you, though."

   "With a voice like hers, I should just become her manager, give her all of Tim's money. Then our humble Tim will be the only poor one." Angela snorted as she put an arm over the arm of the couch.

   "I'm okay with that, can we quit the finance talk now? It's boring." Tim quipped. Lucy chuckled and smiled at him, meeting his gaze as he turned and smirked before taking another sip of his beer.

   "Jackson, I'm gonna go order room service then go to bed. Come with me to get some food?" Angela quirked an eyebrow at him and he stood up, offering a hand out to Angela.

   "I'm glad you asked 'cause I've been dying to try fancy hotel room service. Is it better than Hilton?" He said as Angela stood and walked around the couch with Jackson following suit.

   "It 100% is. But I still like the wings. Bye Bradford, bye Lucy!" Angela smiled as she walked out the door.

   "See you guys tomorrow!" Jackson flashed his signature smile and a wave then shut the door. Lucy and Tim sat in silence for a while in awe of their best friends who left them for room service. Tim chugged the rest of his beer and then got up to go to the liquor cabinet.

   "Give me a song."

   "A song? For what?" Lucy questioned as she tilted her head to the side a little.

   "For... something. Anything. Maybe a slow song." Tim had his back turned to her but looked over his shoulder at her. She could see the small mischievous look in his eyes but curiosity had taken over.

   "Hand me the phone, I'll play it." Lucy got up and bounced over to the counter, a small stereo sitting on the ledge next to two whiskey glasses. He put the phone in her hand as he reached for the bottle of whiskey with the other. She turned on an old favorite of hers. The guitar strummed for a while, then the lyrics filled the room.

   "Pass me that lovely little gun, My dear, My darling one. The cleaners are coming one by one. You don't even wanna let them start."

   "Is this the song in Harry Potter? Like, with Harry and Hermione?" Tim turned and put a glass of whiskey in her hand. He had a small smirk on his face, but his eyes were soft and full of fondness.