Roommates

Chapter Eighteen

Bree's POV

The sound of beeping fills my ears. I groan with annoyance. I clumsily reach over to my nightstand and feel around for the source of the noise. When I hear something fall and hit the floor I swear and force myself to reach down to find the object and shut the bloody thing up. I swear to god it better not be...

"Ah for feck sake!" I internally cry when I see a huge crack along the left hand side of my iPhone 4. What a great thing to wake up to.
I try to slide open my phone but I end up cutting my thumb on a piece of glass . I open the back and take out the battery to cease the infuriating beeping.  Setting the phone down I head to kitchen to look for some bandages.
I turn the tap and put my thumb under the cool water watching my dark red blood mix with it and then disappearing altogether. I grab a tissue and wrap it around the cut to prevent it bleeding anymore.
I route through all the cubbords looking for the emergency kit but with no luck. Where is the damn thing! I would ask one of the guys but they left last night to go to London for the first show of the tour.

So far I've been doing just fine without them, I'm at work most of the time and by the time that I get home all I want to do is sleep. I haven't called Levi yet to check in on him because more than likely he's probably passed out on some hotel bed right now with severe jet lag. When I came here from Ireland I was so tired that night that I wanted to marry my bed and stay there forever. I'll ring him in a few hours.

Grabbing some more tissue I wrap it around my bleeding thumb and make a makeshift bandage out of it. I sit on one of the stools near the island and rest my head against my hand. God I miss those idiots. It's so quiet without them here. I sit in silence thinking of something fun that I could do today. I've got it!
Grabbing my makeup bag I put on a bit of foundation followed by my signature cat flick and put a bit of mascara on before putting Carmex on my lips. I pop on my favourite white dress, my favourite jacket and a pair of plain black flip flops before I leave the apartment brushing out my hair with my fingers.

I decided to head to Starbucks for my morning coffee before starting my day of pampering because why the hell not. Getting my hair and nails done always puts me in a good mood. The rich aroma of coffee meets my nose the very second that I walk through the door. The place was packed with business men and women and various groups of teenage girls and boys gossiping over their drinks.
As I approach the counter I slip on some spilled coffee and nearly fall onto the floor but thankfully a pair of hands steadies me. I look up and see a pair of dark brown eyes.
"Oh...ah...thanks." I sound like such a blubbering idiot. He pushes back his blonde curls off of his face and smiles.
"No problem. I'm Alex by the way, what's you name? I haven't seen you around here before."
"I'm Bree, I don't really come here much. I only moved here a few months ago." I straighten out my jacket and flatten out my crazy hair.
"That explains it, I never forget a face."
I step back into the line with Alex now behind me.

"So is California to your liking?"
I tuck a strand of my hair behind my ear and look over my shoulder at him.

"It's nice here, it is so much hotter here than in Ireland to be honest I'm still not used to it. But the people are very welcoming."

"That's good to hear."He gives me one of those smiles that would melt any girl's heart. Alex is undoubtedly a very good looking guy but he isn't really my type. I place my coffee order and move over to an empty table to wait for my coffee. Alex sits opposite me and starts tapping his index fingers against the edge of the table.

"So what brings you in here? You meeting your boyfriend?"

"No Levi is in England at the moment with his band, he just left last night. I just came in here just to get out of the house. What about you?" I lean forward resting my arms on the table.