Instant. (A Jack Gilinsky Fan Fiction)

chapter 26 | finally

dedicated to: 2Much2Handle

We got to our hotel in Palm Springs, California, just 20 minutes away from Coachella, at around half past five o'clock in the afternoon. The sun was up and shinning. Either way, the city was still very busy. The entire state of California is very busy! It's a complete different experience from Nebraska or even Washington D.C. We were all still in shock with all the beauty in this place.

The palm trees, the glamorous architecture.. It was all like the movies.

So now we were left checking into the hotel. Ashton was taking care of that.

For more than half the time we were driving up here I was asleep. I wasn't alone though, Jack hopped on back and lend me his shoulder to rest on while Sam drove. It wasn't until he said we were in Las Vegas that I woke up. Jack offered to drive what was left of our 21 hour trip. Of course, he agreed and let him drive. Then was when I hopped on in the front seat besides him and just talked.

It was nice, really nice.

Now up to that moment, everything was at peace. Then we walked into the hotel where Ashton and the rest of our group was.

"Check again!" Ash shouted. "Michael Espinosa said he reserved us some rooms here! Why would he lie?"

I couldn't help but notice he was the only guy in the hotel lobby making a commotion. Like always..

Jack and Sam looked back down at me and then at each other. It was as if stares could talk because they made some sort of dialog with each other that then made them go up to the front desk where everyone else was standing.

"What's going on here?" Jack spoke up as I walked behind them.

Sarah turned around. "We're trying to check in but the hotel's computer says we didn't make a reservation." She explained.

Jack sighed, walking up to the desk besides Ashton. He seemed pretty cool about the situation compared to Ashton who was losing his mind.

"Listen Man, our producer said he'll get us a reservation at this hotel for four days and three nights. Are you sure you don't have three rooms enlisted under the name Ashton Green?"

"No, I've checked many times." The guy responded.

"Well is there any other name he could've used?" Jack asked looing back at our group.

There was honestly no explanation for this. We could've asked before but we just imagined it'd be under the leader of the band. And now, he's not picking up the phone; or so Aria says as she's in the back trying to get a hold of him.

Jack's eyes wandered around, stopping at me for good long second or two before speaking again.

"Wineguard." He spoke up, still staring at me. He turned around. "Zoey Wineguard. Is there a room under her?"

I stood wondering to myself for a moment as the man behind the desk searched through his computer.

Why me? Why my name? I don't even play in this band, better yet perform?

"Ah yes!" The guy exclaimed. "Three rooms, four days and three nights. Zoey Wineguard. I'll fetch you your keys."

Everyone's eyes turned back to me once the man left out back. I just stared back at them with the same confused expression on my face.

"Don't look at me?" I furrowed my eyebrows. "I'm just as confused as you are?"

It didn't work, they were all still questioning this name thing in which I have no guilt in. It's not even that important and they're making such a big deal out of it.