The story of Jasmine and Chris Brown

The first date

“It was nice meeting you.” Roxy said as she got into the taxi that would take the three of us back to the hotel. I was the last to get in.

“Do you mind if I call you sometime?” Chris asked me, sounding shy.

“Sure, I'd like that.” I replied. He smiled as I gave him both my mobile and hotel-room numbers. Tucking them both safely away in his pocket he hugged me goodbye and I got in the taxi. I waved from the back window as we drove away. “Can you believe that? I just gave Chris Brown my phone number! Because he asked me for it!” I cried, amazed.

“Lucky biatch! Just need Andy Biersack to come along.” Roxy said, poking her tongue out at me.

“Or Tom Daley.” Emma added, deep in thought. Or daydream. Both girls sighed.

“He asked me for my phone number! Not to marry me!” I cried. Hoping one day he'd be in a position to do so.

“Maybe one day he will.” Roxy said, winking at me. Reminding me of that story she wrote for me back when we were in school.

“Maybe.” I sigh, thinking about how I'd met him in the men's bathroom in The Kurve. Cringe!

“So..D'you think he'll call you?” Emma asked me.

“You mean does she think he'll call her soon? Of course he's going to call her!” Roxy added quickly.

“Maybe he will.” I said, still deep in thought about how we'd said goodbye. He looked like he'd been on the verge of saying something. Maybe he'd tell me when he called.

            We got back to the hotel and go up to the presidential suite where we lounged on our huge bed and watched crappy TV.  After a few hours I lost hope that Chris would call.

“Why hasn't he called me yet?” I asked, frustrated. Maybe he'd asked for my number just to be polite.

“He did seem like a shy guy. Maybe he's just rehearsing what he's gonna say.” Roxy suggested. “Plus, it's late. Maybe he's just being a gent and is gonna call you tomorrow.”

“I sure hope so.”

            That night I led in bed and waited for the call that didn't come. I accidentally woke Roxy up so she made me 'Midnight Pancakes' from the random things the hotel left in our fridge. Which should have been called 'Four in the Morning Pancakes'. I devoured them and, feeling better, went back to bed where I slept until morning.

            The next morning I woke up refreshed. Roxy on the other hand looked like shit. Which made me feel bad. Being woken up stupidly early didn't do her much good. She spent the best part of an hour in our huge bath. When she came out I was sure to have breakfast waiting for her.

            I ordered her a full English with English muffins and waffles with extra butter. I also ordered orange juice and Twining's English Breakfast Tea.

            Once Roxy got out the bath and did her hair we sat and ate together. At the same time we discussed our plans for the day. Neither of us had a clue as to what to do, no point in going shopping again.

“Lets get your hair done all nice.” Roxy suggested, rubbing her hands together.

“I'm guessing that means that you know somewhere.” I said to her over the rim of my glass.

“Maybe.” She said, slurping her tea. I thought about it for a moment, what would I do to it? Change colour? Cut it short?

“What would I have done?”