Should I? -Nick Robinson

Q

Isabella pov
It's Monday and we're already at the airport. All of our parents came to wish a safe trip and told us to have fun. Duh. We went through security, got some snacks from Starbucks (because yes) and boarded our plane. We were so excited we were almost peeing our pants. "So what's the first thing were doing when we get there Isa?", Rem asks me. I pull out my paper. "We'll check in and then well walk over to Venice Beach. I looked at the map already and it's pretty close so we can walk there. And then after, we'll go to Q to eat for dinner". "Wait, what's Q?" Nicole asks. "It's a sushi restaurant" I tell her. "Oh ok sounds good with me" she says. Rem agrees.
After eight hours of eating, talking, and shuffling, we finally reach L.A. We grab our bags and we call a taxi and the driver takes us to the hotel. It's a really nice hotel. Like a really nice one, with marble floors, and tall columns surrounding every corner. I approach the glistening glass reception counter. I check us in and we take an elevator (out of the six there) to floor 4. I open the door and Nicole immediately throws herself on the King sized bed. "UGHHHHH I HAVE MAJOR JET LAG" she complains. Rem plops on her belly next to Nikky. "Me too" she says with a pout. I go around the bed and go to the balcony. "Uh, guys, you might wanna come check this out..."
They get up and walk towards the opening. "Oh my god" Nicole says. It's beautiful. We're all speechless. We're on a beach. The sand is 4 stories below us and beyond the shoreline, blue waves crashing down turning into white foam. The sky is turning into a collage of yellow, orange, pink. I look down at my watch. It reads 6:23. "Guys I think we can still catch the sunset let's go downstairs to the beach".
They nod and we race down different elevators and we meet back in the lobby. We take the entrance to the beach and walk to the shore. We take off our shoes and dip our toes. It's warm. Just like the rays of the sun that are gently covering my skin like a blanket. The sky is now in full out sunset-mode. It's the height of the symphony, with notes of fuschia and deep orange, with the occasional streaks of purple, that remind me of the strings of a violin. Breathless. After we walked for about 10 minutes, we went back to the room, changed and went to the Q. Let me tell you, that was hands down the best. Sushi. I've. Ever. Had.
Nick pov
So Taylor took me shopping for my tux and her dress but my mind was on other stuff. It started when I saw her in this white outfit. Her jacket  and skirt were matching with this like poufy white stuff that I can't describe but they looked like snowflakes basically. And then I remembered. Isabella. And how I was a total ass to her. I don't what's gotten into me lately or maybe I've always been like that. And she was just the first person to make me realize that. But she's made me think twice of how I carry myself now. I try to be nicer to people and not tell them nasty insults. I basically stopped acting like a king. By the end of the shopping spree, I decided to book a flight back to Miami for Thursday. I would've done it earlier in the week but I have that stupid Gala thing with Taylor. And she'll completely throw a fit if I say I can't go. To her, it'll sound like I don't want to go. Which is also true but not my main reason.
The spree proved to be fruitful for both Taylor and I; she got a black dress and I ended up getting a sharp, classic tux.