Friends? / A Romeo Beckham Fanfic

chapter 3

"Jayde! Wake up! We're in England!"

I woke up to the sound of my mum whisper-screaming in my ear. The plane had just come to a touchdown at the London City airport. Everyone was opening the baggage compartments and grabbing their bags. I got out of my seat and stretched my arms and legs. Being in a small and cramped seating space for hours and hours made my muscles go tense.

"Honey, you could be a big help if you carried your suitcase out for me. Oh and don't forget your bag! I trust you have your laptop in there?"

"Yes, mum." I rolled my eyes. My mother was usually overly cautious of things. Like seriously, when we were packing for to London, she made a checklist of things for me to bring. Most of them were useless, like the two bottles of sunscreen and toothpaste that got chucked at the baggage security.

"I'll be there with you in a few. Just wait an the exit."

I rolled out my suitcase to the entrance of the plane. I waited about 10 minutes for my mum. She was one of the last to get out of the plane. I trust that is because she was applying a fresh coat of makeup to her face. I was probably right. 

My mother came out of the plane  carrying her Coach handbag and two suitcases. They were mostly full of her own clothes, her designer brand dresses that cost way  too much.

My mother led us to the departure hall, which took about 10 minutes of walking.

"Jayde, wait here please. I've got to call someone." My mum was always taking business calls here and there because of her job, but why did she need to call them now?

"Who?"

"Oh, Thiago. The Beckham's chauffeur. He's driving us to the Beckham's." 

My mum was tapping a number into the dialling pad in her phone, seconds later, a person answered.

"Oh hello... Yes, this is Kylee... Mmm, yes.... Outside?... Ok, goodbye! 

"C'mon, puppet. He's outside waiting for us."

My mum and I make a quick toilet trip before rolling our suitcases out to the main entrance of the airport. I quickly spot a sign with my mum and I's name on it written and decorated with a bright purple marker. the man holding it is wearing a black Armani suit.

"Mum, is that him?"

"Yes, silly. Who else would it be?" my mum responds, ruffling up my hair. "C'mon Jayde!"

My mum and I slowly walk up to Thiago, our suitcases making a loud noise as they rattle behind us.

"So are you two the Kingfishers?" Thiago says in a thick French accent.

I give Thiago a small nod.

"Ok, come with me."

Thiago excused us through the large crowd of people frantically shouting out the names adorned on their signs. After a few minutes of squeezing through, we were finally out in the fresh air. A polished, black limousine sat in front of us. It was about 3 in the afternoon and the sun reflected off all the polished surfaces. Thiago stood at the boot and opened it using a tap of his foot. Ooh, the car's body sensitive. Classy. He grabbed the suitcases from us and put them in the boot in a neat and orderly fashion. It felt like if you took one out, the rest of the tower would fall. Like a big game of Jenga.

He then opened the door for us and told us to go in. The seats were made of tan leather and were polished and glinting. There was a small fridge near the front that contained any cold soft drinks as well as beer and apple cider. Amazing.

"Um Thiago, how long will it take to get to the Beckham mansion?" I asked. Hopefully this won't take too long. I was already tired frosting on an aeroplane for so long, so I didn't want to sit in a car for another few hours.

"One hour. It won't be too long."

And a few seconds later, the gear turned on and we were on the road.