British Blue Eyes

•Flight 1426 to Hikeyville•

;Eryn

I woke up and my head was spinning and pounding. I grabbed my head and turned to the side of me to see someone I did not expect to see.

Brooklyn. Shit. He looked cute actually, he had his top off and a pair of joggers on and he had his hands in his pants. I remembered him telling me that boys put their hand in their pants to keep their hands warm but I don't know?

I climbed out of the bed and walked into the bathroom to wash my face. I only had my flannel on and panties. I splashed my face and rubbed the water into my face.

I looked in the mirror really quick just to fix my hair and something caught my eye. something on my neck. I rubbed my eyes to clear some drops of water.

Oh fuck. Fuckity Fuckity fuck shit fuck. I HAVE A HICKEY ON MY NECK. In plain clear view, I'm boarding a flight to go on national TV in a few hours and I have a friggin' hickey on my neck.

"APRIL" I squealed.

"What" she said running up the stairs. "oh fucking hell I thought there was something wro...oh wow" she said looking at neck.

"Wow I know" I said.

"It's not that bad" she muttered and looked at the floor.

"You're lying you always mutter when you lie" I said. "help" I whined.

"Okay I'll lend you this stuff my brothers girlfriend lent me, she's a MUA and she can camouflage tattoos and stuff just put it over the hickey like its foundation, okay" I nodded and she walked to get the stuff and came out with a scarf.

"Here wear this and the bottle of camouflage stuff." She said I nodded and walked back into the room where Brooklyn was lying on the bed on his phone.

"Wow you look rough" he said to me. I put my middle finger to him.

"Shut the fuck up"

"What's got you in a mood?" he said

"nothing."

"Period?" he suggested.

"No!" I snapped. "Why do all boys automatically assume that when a girl is angry she is on her period. Unless you see me opening a pad or tampon don't assume, okay?" I spat.

"Sorry" he said. I rolled my eyes and put some stuff on my neck. "What you got there?" he said looking at my neck.

"Nothing" I said hiding the hickey.

"Oh really"

"Really" I falsely smiled. I turned to face him and something caught eye. Something on his neck.

"The bigger question is what have you got on your neck?" I laughed.

"What?" he said. He flew out the bed and straight to the mirror and his eyes widened. "Oh shit, shit shit" he panicked.

"Wonder what slut gave you that! Ha whore" I laughed

"Oh shut up and why won't you tell me what's on your neck" he said.

"Because I don't want to" I said.

"Fine, I'll have to find out for myself" he said. He came over to me and tickled me. I threw my head back in a fit of giggles. "You have a hickey aswell" he laughed.

"Not funny" I yelled. "I have to go on National TV tomorrow and I have the biggest fattest hickey on my next" I said worry clear in my voice.

"Well what do you think is gonna happen to me I have to go home to my parents and siblings and what if the paps find out. Everyone will know that one of the child of Posh and Becks has a mysterious hickey on his neck and is yet to find the person who gave it to him"