The Only Reason | 5sos

50 - America

Maya's POV

We just got our bags from the airport. We're in America.

"Maya, where's the hotel?" Dahlia taps my shoulder as we walk outside.

"Uh... You think I would know? I'm not American."

"You said you had the address!"

"I said I had the name!"

"What?! No you didn't!"

"You asked if I had the name! You didn't ask for the address!"

"What! Why!"

"I don't know! It was you who asked!"

She sighs.

Some random guy walks up, "Hey, I heard you guys talking and I was just wondering where you guys are from?" His voice had a thick American accent.

I smiled, "Australia. I love your accent by the way."

"Thanks?" He laughs.

"I've only ever heard like, a Canadian accent before. I don't know, aren't they the same?"

"No, completely different!" He says defensively.

"Sounds the same to me," Dahlia shrugs.

I nod, "What's the difference?"

"Canadians say 'eh' a lot, and they pronounce things differently. Oh! And they add the letter 'u' into words."

"My best friend is Canadian. I don't think I've ever heard him say 'eh'." I laugh a bit.

"Whatever," He laughs, "I'm sorry but I simply love the accent."

"Thank you," I look down and smile.

"Well, I better go. Don't want my sister to get lost," The random stranger says and walks away.

I realize I didn't ask about the hotel. "Dahlia. I'm so stupid."

She stares at me. "Well."

"I should've asked about the hotel." If we don't find the hotel... How're we supposed to see the concert without going to our hotel?

"Yeah well too late now. Let's find a taxi or something and tell him the hotel name and then we can get there."

"We have no American money..."

"That's awkward."

"I have my guitar..."

"Yeah great let's sell it," Dahlia says sarcastically.

"No! Not my baby!" I stroke the guitar on my back, "We can play songs for the peasants near us."

"Like beggars." She raises her eyebrows.

"We are poor. We need money. We are beggars."

"Will that even work in L.A.?!"

"We can try! I mean, you're beautiful. Some guys will pay just because of that."

"Perv." She steps backwards.

"Hey. You'd pay a random hot guy who could sing. I mean you would've payed Cal."

"Nah. Fine though."

"Okay..." I pull out my guitar. I pull the fabric of the case open for people to put money in and look at Dahlia. I look at her asking her which song with my eyes.

"All Alone by Rachel Jaafar?"

"The one by the girl in Glee? She has the blue hair right?"

"Yeah her, my inspiration for life," She says dramatically. "Her and her best friend be goals."