SURPRISE!!!
YESSSS! 2 UPLOADS IN A DAY!!!! THROW ROSES AT FEET!
Okay? No?
I figured.
It feels so good to be back on the ground. I jump a little to express my joy for actually being in London. From what I've heard, London is kinda like a teenage girl. It has it's good days, sunny, breezy and all round lovely. And then it has it bad days, rainy, cold, miserable and pretty sh*t. But when it's on it's period, all hell breaks loose.
Currently, it's in it's good mood with a light breeze but I still need to wear my khaki jacket. Not the time to be running free in a bikini! Yeah, moving on, Mum's currently looking for our belongings and I'm having a little Adventure around the airport. I just want a British person to open their mouth and let me hear the so-called 'amazing accent.' I mean, it's pretty damn hot if I must say so myself. So I walk into a shop called 'WHSmith' and instantly die. Books. Books. Books. And stationary. A lot of it.
This is the modern version of Einstein's heaven.
Walking into the shop, I think to myself, why would people want to read the books, have no physical image of the so-called hot guy and do that to torture themselves cause their eyes have nothing to feast on and you have to compromise with a sheet of paper with words and occasional printing errors. Orrr, you could wait for the movie to be released and your eyes will happily pat you on your back after seeing Andrew Garfield, Theo James and Scarlett Johanson doing their usual daring scenes as you question your entire life.
Suddenly, I realize I've been on a plane for 11 hours, half of the that sleep, the rest laughing with Zac or going insane out of my mind, and I haven't once checked how I look in the mirror. I feel real bad for whoever encounters me right now. But I guess the people who work here are used to seeing people with dried up drool at the corner of their mouth, messy hair that would put Cruella to shame, and the patience level of long as a jellybean. And not those freakishly random ones you find amidst all the other normal looking ones.
Getting bored of my surroundings, I leave the equivalent of Einstein's heaven, and spot Mum and Marie in the distant. They call me over and within minutes I reach them as does Zac. Mum simply, pushes my suitcase towards me and begins walking. I guess we're playing follow the leader.
****
''He's WHAT?''
Sighing, Mum says it again tiresomely.
''Zachary is going to be staying in your hotel room.''
Sliding my hands down my face, I grunt and look at Mum;pleading. ''Mum you cannot be serious.''
''I'm serious hun.''
Right now, we're in the taxi on the way to the hotel room with Marie and Zac in a separate car because they had alot of luggage due to Marie needing to bring all her equipment over to the UK. It's good for Zac because if he was in this car, at this very moment, I would have gave him a hug.
With my hands.
Around his neck.
''Muuuummmm, whyy?''
''Madison, he has nowhere else to sleep. He wasn't even meant to come. It happened at last moment. Thank god Emily was set on staying at Lily's house otherwise we would have needed to book another room and this hotel is expensive. Just be thankful we're not paying, and the lovely couple offered to do so.''
I feel my blood boiling but I try to keep a lid on my anger.
For now.
''Mum, why can't Zac just stay in Marie's room and me and you can share. That's so much better. Plus, I'm gonna be sharing a room with a guy. And that guy is Zac. THAT'S EVEN WORSE!''
YOU ARE READING
The Bad Boy, The Bet & Me
Novela Juvenil"Mads, I'm sure this is the right house, plus, who cares? I'd totally be killing the wet, hot look anyway.'' I roll my eyes back dramatically and force myself with all my might to not blurt out, 'YOU WOULD.' as his ego would then be enough to make m...
