Friends? / A Romeo Beckham Fanfic

chapter 21

"Jayde, what's taking you so long?" Romeo shouted from downstairs.

"Coming!" I ran down the staircase, holding a pair of Docs in my hand. Romeo was tapping his 'imaginary watch' on his wrist. "Oh yeah, nice necklace, Romes," I said, gesturing to the shark tooth necklace he had been wearing for this whole last week. And if you're wondering, his birthday went fine after the campaign incident, but Victoria sued Ronnie and wanted new campaign shots.

Just as I expected, there were actually quite a few news articles about our recent Burberry shots: "Is the new Burberry shot too sexualised?", "Scandalous picture of young Aussie model and Romeo Beckham has set to be released for Burberry", "Is the new model girl Jayde oversexualised in new Burberry shot?", "Burberry oversexualising child models". It actually sort of made me ache inside and was bothering me a lot. Is this really how fame works? I'm starting not to like it.

"Took you twenty minutes," Romeo rolled his eyes. My bags were already packed and I tried really hard not to mess up the perfectly packed clothes, doesn't he realise? He must've seen the  sultry look on my face, but he instantly seemed to know what I was thinking about. "Don't worry, Jayde. This is what fame is. I know it can suck."

"Yeah, I know. How do you even deal with it?"

"Can we go now? You already made me wait 20 minutes. Mate, that was torture."

I gave Romeo a nod and tried to slip in my shoes, without untying the laces. It was my last day in London before I had to return to Australia. Brooklyn had gone off with his new girlfriend and Cruz was with Victoria to do some interviews for a magazine. David had some businessy stuff on so Romeo and I were kind of on our own. We had decided to go around the town and do some more exploring.

"Ok I'm done. We can go now," I said to Romeo, as he closed the door. The big black front gates opened automatically for him.

"Race you to the café!"

*****

"Ugh. My arms are so sore. Can we eat some froyo?" I begged Romeo. My arms ached from the shopping load. Romeo asked our security guard for the day, Ky, if we could take off and get some froyo. He gave Romeo 20 pounds and he took my hand and led me to the froyo store. I was really grateful for Ky; he did a pretty decent job of shielding Romeo from fangirls, but he still had no power to stop the flashing camera lights and the videos people were taking on their iPhones.

Romeo took me to a froyo place called Yogurtland. "It's the best one around here," Romeo had told me. It was a self-serve froyo shop. I chose a watermelon flavoured frozen yogurt and added crushed Oreos and mini MandMs. Romeo went with a whole deal more of toppings, mostly all chocolate stuff.

"You a chocoholic?" I asked him. He gave me a face saying 'can't you tell?' and handed over the 20 pound note to the cashier. After receiving the change from the cashier, we chose a table in the far left corner, hoping to shield ourselves away from the paparazzi. But if you're from the Beckham family, staying away from the paparazzi would be a hard job. Probably a minute after we sat down, a bunch of girls ran into the shop screaming and squealing.

"That's Romeo!"

"OMG! Amy! Come over here! It's him!"

"I can't believe it!"

"Eek! This is so exciting!"

The girls, who seemed no older than 14, teetered over in their wedges and midriff tops. Talk about underdressing. I swear, these girls could be strippers. One of the girls, who had a Louis Vuitton scarf on although it was quite hot weather, was quickly taking as many shots as she could.

"Romeo!" One of the girls cooed. She was wearing a shiny lipgloss and had a really bad spray tan. I looked across the line of girls. Yep, they all had really bad spray tans. I could compare them to oranges, and I think that they would be the exact same shade as the orange peel. Tryhards much?

"Could we get a picture?" Brunette held her phone out to me, assuming that I would take it. Instead. I ignored her and continued to eat my froyo. 

"Girl, could you take it?" I looked up at her and gave her an 'are you serious' glare. Seriously? Couldn't you have at least said please? Does she know what manners are? And by the way, my name is not girl.

"Um, sure," I said taking her phone. This group of Barbies were definitely crazy rich. Brunette's phone was covered in Swarovski rhinestones and her nails looked freshly done.

"Move." The Brunette said, trying to push me off the seat. The other Barbies looked at me and laughed.

"Ew, her accent."

"Who is she? Romeo better not be dating that ugly bitch."

Romeo stood up and was prepared to fight down the Barbie army.

"You better not have said what you said, or I will ki-" 

"Girls, that is unacceptable behaviour!" And like a lifesaver, Ky came in and rescues the day. He wrestled the Brunette's arm off mine and told the Barbies to leave.

"And who are you to tell us what to do? After my daddy hears about you, he would sue you."

"And who are you to tell me what to say? I am the manager of these two and I'm sure your daddy won't be surprised to find a lawsuit from the Beckhams. Leave."

Brunette snatched her phone away and stormed out of the shop with her Barbies behind her. Everyone in the froyo store seemed to be shocked. It was like they had finally realised that a Beckham boy was here in the store the whole time. Everyone was whispering and taking photos of us. 

"Welcome to my life." Romeo patted my arm, and ran to catch up with Ky. I'm actually relieved that I brushed my hair. Paparazzi was tiring. This is one reason why I don't want to be famous.