Wake Me Up

Chapter Three: Let's get icecream!

"Passengers, after a 12 hour flight, we have arrived in Barcelona, Spain," the pilot's voice boomed throughout the humid, crammed cabin, awakening me once again from my slumber. Stretching out my legs, I sat up, pulling out my earbuds and shoving them into my pockets alongside all of my other belongings.

"Goodbye, Sofia," I waved, as she pulled her things out of the slot above us, walking away. She turned around, a smile playing across her face. She waved back. "Tell Isabella I said hi!"

"Will do!" She called back before being pushed off the plane by the eager passengers behind her. I don't blame them, I'm quite eager to get off this stinky thing, myself. Two rows down, I spotted Holland struggling to get her purple suitcase out of the slot, mumbling obscurities under her breath once it toppled over itself, landing on top of her. I chuckled, retrieving my own bag and tugging it off the plane, plopping into one of the seats outside to wait for my clumsy friend.

The people who passed seemed dressed so warm, knowing what it would be like once they left the airport. I knew this too. I also knew I'd dressed horridly for this hot weather, wearing my endless layers of clothing. I was uncomfortable on the plane, so it's gonna be a living hell out there.

"Thanks for waiting," Holland muttered, making her way off the plane. I smiled, watching her struggle to drag her suitcase across the floor behind her as we made our way to baggage claim to recieve the rest of our belongings.

"How was your flight?" I asked, spotting my large, green duffle bag and reaching for it, grasping to the strap and throwing it over my shoulder. Holland scoffed, grabbing her own bag and lobbing it onto the floor.

"It was absolutely horrible. The lady next to me, her name was Rose, wouldn't stop saying the plane was going down!" She exclaimed, her shoulders slumping as we made our way throughout the airport. "She told me she had a dream... And that I was in it! She said the plane went down and we all died! I was about to slap her!" She yelled as we stepped outside, the warm air like knives against my cheeks. I could feel the sweat beginning to bead onto my forehead as we turned left, heading towards our hotel a block away. I chuckled, running a hand through my hair and tugging at the ends.

"Seems I had a better time than you," I stated, a smirk dancing across my lips as she scoffed once again.

"How was yours?"

"It actually was pretty nice, despite the male that snored too loud and abused the ability to use Old Spice. I met a woman, Sofia, who told about a sick daughter she has who she is just getting back to this summer after a while touring the US with a band she works for," I replied, smiling at the memory. Holland nodded, throwing her hair into a loose bun atop her head.

"That's nice," I nodded as our eyes widened as we realised where Holland's parents had booked us a hotel room. We were staying in W Barcelona, a luxury hotel; a five-star hotel on the water front; somewhere only celebrities stayed.

"This is-"

"Amazing," she finished for me, pulling the strap of her pink duffle bag up her shoulder. We could have stood out there, in the middle of the street for hours, just staring in amazement at the sign, but excitement overcame us as we rushed inside, dragging our suitcases behind us.

"Name?" The receptionist, Leo, asked, smiling flirtatiously at Holland. She ignored the gesture, pulling her phone out of her pocket, looking at it to see she'd missed several calls from her mother.

"Mercury," she replied, pressing dial and letting it ring until her mother's shrill voice answered loudly. She walked away.

"Is that Holland Mercury?" Leo asked, pointing. I sighed, nodding.

"Yes, that is Holland Mercury, the daughter of zillionaire Bill Mercury," I replied, annoyed. He knew her- of course he did. Everyone did; there was a reason she owned a billion dollar mansion with endless hallways that not even she'd explored yet- because of her father's wealth.

"So you're Cara Woodfeild?" He questioned further, raising his eyebrows in surprise. This shocked me. How did he know me? How could he know me? I'm only the friend that follows her around.

And then it hit me- I'm the friend. Of course; I'm the friend that's ALWAYS there. In every single picture, I'm the sober friend who drives her home from her reckless parties when the paparazzi have followed her around to 'ruin her life', as she puts it.

"Yes." I stated, a frown crawling across my face in aggravation. I came to get away, not to be reminded that I'm just the 'friend' to 'greatness' as the tabloids put it. "Can we have our room key now?" Leo nodded, typing a few things into his computer before sliding a room key across the slot.

"Here ya go," he said, handing it to me. "Have a nice stay."

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"What do we do now?" I asked, plopping down onto one of the comfortable beds in the room. Holland shrugged, laying down in her own after tossing her dufflebag into the corner of the room.

"I'd say unpack if I didn't want to explore so damn badly!" She exclaimed, her eyes widening. "Barcelona apparently has some of the best icecream, and I don't know about you, but I'm ready to go out and find out for myself." She stated, grinning. Something flashed through her eyes- the wild look she gets when she's not done. She's not going to stop at the icecream, and I knew that. She wasn't going to stop at anything- I'd probably have to drag her back here after she gets too drunk to walk, but that's what I signed up for in becoming her best friend. I signed up for wildness, and that's exactly what I got. I nodded.

"Well then... Let's go!"