Crooked Young

Chapter 9~ The Girls

Alex's POV

When Joe and I get back after our super cute date ( and kiss <3 ) everyone is asleep, so we try to be as quiet as we can. I go to the bedroom first to get on a pair of my pajamas, we figured it would be quieter if we each went one at a time. As I tiptoe into the bathroom to change, I give Joe the okay and he ninja rolls into the room, knocking over the shitty coffee maker in the process. I cover my mouth with my hand and try my best to stifle a laugh while he desperately tries to put it back, still being as silent as can be. Closing the door behind me, I look myself in the mirror and just stare. I feel different, but I don't look that way. I wipe the makeup off my tired face and run a brush through my hair lazily. I throw on the t-shirt and spandex shorts I brought. Collecting my stuff I walk out and see Joe's naked butt. I drop my dress and shoes and freeze, Joe hears my stuff fall and turns around, we make eye contact as he pulls up his boxers, maintaining eye contact throughout the painful 30 seconds. He then winks and crawls into bed beside Caspar, leaving me dumbfounded as I crawl in beside Iz.

"So did you guys fuck or something?" Iz opens her green eyes and laughs at my reflex to jump

"No what, why would you think that?!" I whisper yell at her, trying to keep my voice as quiet as possible so Joe doesn't hear us

"You were gone for a good 58 years so I got worried, you didn't pick up your phone. I mean he could've pulled some Sam Pepper or Carter Reynolds shit on you and I would've never known plus he was sorta naked when I saw him..." Iz leans into me and cuddles into my side. 

I sigh " I know, but we went to this cute place for dinner then we went to this museum after it was technically closed and it was just an amazing night, I'll tell you all about it some other time. You need to get some sleep, you have a hot date tomorrow morning." I nudge her shoulder and she rolls her eyes then rolls over.

"Breakfast and coffee is hardly a date." She muffles from the other side

"Take it or leave it" I say curling into a ball and slowly drifting off

"Fuck off" Iz sighs out before falling to sleep herself

I never win this do I? I stare up to the ceiling just relaying the night's events

"Iz?"

"Mhmm?" 

"How did you know Joe was naked, did you... you know, see anything?" I ask, suddenly having a wave of jealousy come over me.

"Sadly yes, and honey. You did good" She laughs lightly

Now it was my turn " Fuck off." I mutter finally drifting off into a dreamless sleep

Jasmine's POV

I open my eyes to see Justine standing over me... twerking? I think I'm seeing things, but when I rub my eyes there she is. I groan and roll on to my stomach, the digital clock reading 9:07.

"Why. The. Hell. Are you. Awake. This. Fucking. Early. You. Asshole" I wave my hand behind me, catching her ankle and pulling, hard.

"OW WHAT THE FUCK" Justine screams pulling herself off of me after her tumble, I hear someone come into the room and call Justine away, but I don't really care to listen.

I snicker and sit up off our floor and look around the room confused for a minute before everything comes flashing back. We're in LA. I grab my phone and lean against the wall. There are 2 missed calls from my mom, so I text her quickly just saying that staying at Iz's is going good and that we're all still alive. My stomach rumbles and Justine's no where to be seen, so I go look in the small hotel fridge. 

"A rotten banana, two water and a dried out moldy loaf of bed. Nice" I say to no one in particular.

I grab the phone to order room service, but then I think of the cost that would be. It's Saturday morning and I think the hotel has a breakfast buffet open in the lobby for half the price and twice the food, so I go to my bag and ruffle through some of my stuff, grabbing a simple white t-shirt and some black skinny jeans. I also grab my makeup bag because who the hell knows who's down there. It's LA for god's sakes. I head to the bathroom because it's private and has the only big mirror making it easier to do my eyeliner. When I walk in, I see Justine helping Isabelle do her hair in what I'm assuming is beach waves?

"Hey Iz, Justine could you guys move down like two steps, I need the mirror." I ask making motions with my hands for them to scootch it

"Um yeah, but don't you have to get dressed first?" Justine asks moving their stuff down along the countertop with them.

"Yeah," I say setting my stuff on the cleared end of the counter and pulling off my pajama top " It isn't the first you guys have seen my strip, and it probably won't be the last" 

"True though" Isabelle looks worried as she frowns in the mirror

" Something got you down?" I ask her while I put on my pants, doing a little hop to get them over my butt

" Just a little nervous, I mean it's the PJ Liquori after all" 

"You'll be fine! I'm sure you'll hit it off and have 5 annoying kids that will drive you to drink and then quit your job leading to the inevitable divorce that will-" Justine slaps me on the arm making me shut up instantly. 

"Thanks for worrying the poor girl, you'll be fine Iz. It's not the first time you've gone to breakfast with a boy" Justine reassures her

"Yeah, but they were dicks." Iz says as Justine does the last curl

"Hey, you don't know that PJ isn't a massive one" I wink as I finish the last of my daily makeup and put my stuff neatly back in my bag. "I'm heading out for breakfast JUstine, care to join?

"I think i'll wait for Caspar, but thanks anyway" Justine give a quick smile before cleaning u the mess in the bathroom.

I head down to the lobby feeling extremely claustrophobic in the elevator, but making it out alive makes the pancakes I smell coming from the room ahead seem like the torture was worth it. I pay the man at the door a $10 bill and he lets me in, pointing to the beginning table with plates. I get extremely self conscious with all of these unfamiliar faces around, but I focus on taking deep breaths and not dropping anything. I make it to the fresh fruit when suddenly a strawberry ends up in my hair. 

"What the fuck" I look around and I don't immediately see anyone. I go back to my syrup muttering nonsense about douchebags and then another one lands on my plate this time from behind. I turn around and there he is.

"I'm berry sorry, but I needed an excuse to talk to a pretty lady like yourself." He says biting his lip and blushing

It's him, Sam Pottorff.

A//N

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