The Opportunity of a Lifetime

Chapter 2 (Cheryl's POV)

"Fuck it," I mumble, trying to force the zipper on my suitcase closed. The closest concert is near Virginia Beach, so Hailey and I have to book a hotel together. We aren't staying for long, but hey, a girl needs her band T-shirts, iPhone chargers, fanfictions, Vans, and eyeliner. Or maybe that's just me.

I hear a car pull up in my driveway, and I excitedly run down my steps, the wheels of my suitcase slapping down the steps after me. I may be nineteen, but I'm a five year old at heart.

I run out the door, and Hailey sees me, so she opens the door to the driver's side of her car, heading towards me with a huge grin on her face.

"Cher! Are you excited or what?"

"Hell yes!" I scream at my best friend.

Virginia Beach is about four hours from here, so I made sure to bring my car charger so I could plug up my phone. Connecting it to the radio, I put on my playlist and rest my head against the headrest as Panic! At The Disco blasts through Hailey's speakers. Good thing we have similar music tastes, or she'd be sitting in torture while I sat and laughed. Were caring friends.

"I led the revolution in my bedroom and I set all the zippers free.
We said, 'No more war, no more clothes!'
Give me peace," Hailey sings annoyingly on purpose, smiling mischeviously at me.

Taking a deep breath, she belts out, "OH, KISS ME!" in the highest voice you've ever heard, and she just sits there laughing while I mutter cuss words to myself. I'm sure my ear drums are busted now.

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After a long, tedious four hours, Hailey pulls up to our hotel, so we get out and grab all of our stuff. She skips ahead of me, being the bundle of bubbles that she is, (mostly; she's a bitch when she's mad) and heads toward the receptionist's desk. I stand there, fidgeting, so I pace around the room until I find the little kid's area.

The chairs are entirely too small, but what the hell.

I lock my suitcase in place and make my way to the bright pink baby chair sitting in the corner. I bend down and settle myself in the small space of the chair, feeling accomplished at getting my ass in this tiny chair, when I hear a crack.

The left legs give out and fold in, making the chair flip sideways, taking me with it. With a loud "ooph" I slam to the ground. I hear an exasperated gasp from the receptionist, and suddenly I see Hailey nearly falling to the ground, laughing her butt off.

When her eyes lock with mine, I raise my middle finger up to the bridge of my nose, pretending to push my glasses up, but we all know that is our signal of "hey, fuck you".

She waves mockingly back at me, and I roll my eyes, trying to get out of this death trap. Hailey gets the memo and runs over to me, helping me get up. After she's done laughing, of course.

After I untangle myself from the chair, we make our way to our hotel room, the receptionist giving me a dirty look. I just chuckle. She's gonna love these next couple days with me in the building.

"What the hell was that?" Hailey asks me, unlocking our door.

"Five year old you're talking to here," I respond simply, chucking my suitcase on the bed I claimed as mine.

"Hey, man, that's my bed!" Hailey yells.

"Who's suitcase is on the bed?" I ask smugly, raising my eyebrows.

Hailey strides over to the bed and reaches out, pushing my suitcase off the ground with a thud and slams hers down so fast I barely have time to blink.

"Mine," she says stubbornly.

"Alright, fucker!" I scream, barreling towards my best friend.

I tackle her, sending our bodies to the hard ground. She screams, kicking at me, then erupting into a fit of giggles.

Nu uh, I think, she is not going to win this time.

We wrestle each other for a good while, and I manage to sit directly on her face, silencing her. Her fingers find their way to my butt, and she pinches as hard as she can, sending me flying off of her, my head hitting the frame of the bed.

"Ow, fuck!" I scream, while Hailey just laughs.

"What is going on in there?"

Hailey and I freeze, glancing at each other. We hear a knock on the door, and Hailey runs to open it.

"Hello?" she asks.

"Yes, well, can you two... dreadfully dressed beings possibly be quiet? My dog is trying to have her beauty rest."

I peer around Hailey to see the fakest girl I've ever seen. She's wearing a pair of raunchy five inch stilettos, her fake boobs hanging out like she's just screaming "Fuck me! Fuck me!"

Well, no one's going to.

"Hey, bitch tits, can you mind your own business and let us do what we want to do?" I call out. The girl looks at me and raises her fake ass eyebrow.

"Excuse me?"

"You heard me," I say, getting up. I grab the door. "No one wants to hear your opinion, because you're so fake no one would believe you. So, if you'll excuse us, we'd like to fuck, please."

She looks at me with wide eyes, well, as wide as she can get them due to her plastic surgery overload, and I slam the door in her face.

"What the fuck?" Hailey asks.

"I had to get rid of her somehow," I shrug, "might as well creep her out and make her think were lesbians."

Hailey shakes her head, smirking at me. I jab her in the stomach and sprint away, giggling pervertedly, and jump on the bed I claimed when we first got here.

This week should be interesting.