Important notes:
From today onwards my writing style might change a little because I hated the way I used to write. This first half will be in Avery's pov and the second half would be Cason.
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Ace parked the car outside of a very tall white building that superman built. "Why would superman build a hotel?" I asked Jake. "I don't know Avery. He's just like that." He shrugged.
Jake slid open the door and helped me onto the ground. The tall white building in front of me. I could almost feel its eyes mocking my height. "It's so tall." I said. Turning around where I found Jake helping the doorman with the luggages. Wait. If Jake wasn't beside me this whole time. Then who is?
My eyes slowly turning around to gaze at the person standing next to me. A sigh of relief leaving my mouth as Cason placed his big hands on top of me. Ruffling my hair in the process. "Did I scare you Avery?" Cason asked. "N-no." I quickly mumbled out. My mind calming down as waves of warmth washes over my body. Making me tired.
I moved over to Cason and laid my head on his waist. His puffer Jacket giving me the same comfort. He lets out a chuckle and decided picking me up was the better option than me following him.
"Guys hurry up. Avery is feeling tired and we haven't ate dinner yet." Cason half shouted at my brothers. "Were almost done!" Tyson shouted back from the car.
Cason carried me through the rotating doors and into the warm lobby of the hotel. where pillars, as tall as the building lay. "Hold on for a little while okay? Ace is checking us in." Cason whispered in my ear. I nodded and continued my long suffering of trying to stay awake.
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After what felt like hours of navigating through the long corridors. We finally found our suite. Creamy coloured walls matching the elegant interiors Like cheesy omelette. The atmosphere completed with a faint touch of sophistiqué. By now, Avery was fast asleep in my arms. So I entered the king sized bed room and gently laid down the sleeping prince. Giving him a goodnight kiss before heading back out.
"Anyone want anything? I'm calling room service." I announced to my brothers. One by one they gave me their orders. I wrote all of it down on a paper and called up room service. "Hello! How may I help you today." The woman spoke through the phone. The impression of happiness laced in her voice.
"Hello! This might sound like a stupid question but do you guys have New York slices?" I blurted out. The woman on the other side of the line probably laughing at my stupid question. "Um. We don't actually have New York slices. But since you're staying in the royal suite. We could help you order from the nearest joe's pizza and send them up to you. Would that work?" Completely baffled by her kindness. I gave her a "yes. That would work." And a "thank you very much" before hanging up.
Minutes passed by before someone knocked on our door. I told Silas to go collect our pizzas while I wake Avery up.
Walking into the familiar king sized bedroom only to see Avery already sitting up right and rubbing his eyes. might I also add. He's Very adorable.
I sat down on the empty spot beside him and pulled him on top of my lap. "Good morning to you sunshine." "Wanna go eat pizzas?" I added. He nodded his head and got off my lap tiredly before heading out of the room with Me tailing behind him.
As soon as we entered the dining room. Avery immediately went to Jake and sat beside him. Making my heart melt. We started chatting on what we wanted to do tomorrow while eating pizzas. I can gladly say that today was a successful first night in the city that never sleeps.
Authors notes:
I really hope you guys liked my new writing style❤️❤️❤️
And feel free to let me know what Avery and his brothers should do on their first day in New York! I want to let my readers see their ideas written in this book and feel a sense of joy❤️
See you guys in the next chapter. Bye!!
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