In the country of Hersaintus publicity has always been a big subject seeing as it is one of the few countries in the world that has its own king and queen. Not only that, it has the best soccer team in the world as well. What will happen when Hersai...
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WHAT'S THE WORST THAT CAN HAPPEN? Was possibly the only thing Cece could say to get me to jump into the bright red Aston Martin that Isaiah drove to the side of the manor in which we were by.
I sit in the back seat of the car with Cece, terrified. "Is it too late to tu–" I try to mutter out. Cece slaps my right shoulder. "Shut up." She cries out then turns to face. "Isaiah, can I play some music?" She asks. I watch as Isaiah hesitates then ultimately hands my best friend the aux cord from the car.
Cece begins to play The Walls by Chase Atlantic. I place my right hand over my forehead regretting ever jumping out of the window to being with. She presses a button and suddenly the roof of the car opens up. She stands up from her seat then begins waving her hands in the air like a maniac. "Get up!" She screams out. I will admit, the air felt nice. Screw it I never do these sorts of things.
I look around the downtown area of Ampleforth. The city was actually very nice after we leave the palace area, it sort of makes me feel like a normal person. The song finishes and we both sit down giggling. "Admit it, that was fun." Cece asks me. I shake my head with a large smile across my face.
After a few minutes we eventually reach the shady side of town when all of a sudden Isaiah pulls over to the side. He clears his throat, "I am not driving you both to Wilmington Drive." He says. "Why the hell not?" Cece questions him angrily. "Rule 27." Isaiah explains.
Crap. "What the hell is rule 27?" Cece asks him. He looks at me and I let out a defeated scoff.
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"Yo, PJ, stop looking at yourself in the mirror." Hildebrant yells out from across the hotel room. After that fiasco I had with my old team Adara thought it'd be a good idea for me and the boys to go out and clear our heads. Only thing is, he thinks we're going to this fancy ass restaurant called Le Captain.
I watch as Hildebrant fixates on his shirt's collar. Hildebrant reminds me of a lumberjack for some odd reason. He stands at a height of 6'7, is extremely muscular, and has brown hair & blue eyes. Not only that, he has the same brain activity as a five year old.
"You can unbutton and button that collar back together as much you want, it'll still give you the same outcome every single time." I tell him as I spray on the cologne. I wore these baggy jeans, a simple black t-shirt and some basic white shoes.
"Come here." I tell him as I turn around. He walks up to me, his shirt all messed up, and towers over me. "You mind?" I ask him. He shakes his head fast. I slowly begin to unbutton his shirt then button it back up again and to his surprise it worked. I look back at him. "You missed the small button hidden underneath the fabric of the bottom." I point at it.
He stares at me for a moment then pulls his eyes off of me. "I don't know why you're getting all dressed up for...We're not even going to Le Captain." I whisper softly trying to change the subject.
