I Hope It Rains Marshmallows ❤

Chapter Twenty-Nine - Skimpy Red Bikini

~Alyssa~

Milk: Check.

Toothbrushes: Check.

Cereal: Check.

Eggs: Check.

Matthew Roberts CD: Wait what?

What was this doing in my cart? Ugh, I must have unconsciously swiped it into my trolley. I picked the CD up and stared at it for a few seconds, admiring that striking face printed at the front of the disk. Oh wow, he sure was handsome.

And to think that I was so lucky to be able to sit next to him throughout the whole journey. Sigh, it was definitely a one in a lifetime opportunity. Oh wells, I might as well listen to his songs for once. It won’t hurt right? I dumped the CD back into my trolley of groceries.

After paying for all that stuff, I stepped out of Walmart with many bags in my hands.

I fished out for my phone, clicking on Seth’s contact.

“Hi Seth! I’ve got the groceries!” I chirped cheerfully.

“Wow, what’s got you all hyped up?” Seth questioned skeptically.

“Oh, nothing…” I giggled at the memory of the incident in the taxi.

“If you say so…” I imagined Seth rolling his eyes. “So, why did you call me for? Just come straight to the hotel then. Jayden and I are starving.” He grumbled.

“Oh right! Which hotel did you say it was?” I remembered my intention for calling Seth and inquired.

Seth chuckled. “The one on P Sherman 42 Wallaby Way Sydney duh.”

I narrowed my eyes. “ Seth, please.”

He broke into uncontrollable fits of laughter. “I got you now! Haha!”

I groaned internally. “Seth, get serious now.”

“Okay okay. It’s The Larchmont Hotel.” He said between peals of laughter.

I swore my heart stopped beating momentarily. I let a rickety breath escape my lips. Didn’t Matthew Roberts mention that he was staying at The Larchmont Hotel? Oh my gosh this must be a gift sent from heaven. I squealed and clapped my hands in excitement, causing the groceries to fall off and roll onto the floor.

“Woah woah, calm down Al.” Seth said with a hint of shock in his voice.

“Call you back later Seth! I’m coming over now!” I squeaked in a high scratchy voice, ending the call.

~*~*~

~Matthew~

I ran a hand through my hair, raising my nose up in the air in frustration.

“No I will not go back to showbiz!” I barked, a note of finality in my voice.

“Why not, Matthew?” My agent, Jessica, cried out in exasperation.

“Because I’m sick of this life, I’m sick of all this…nonsense! I just want a quiet life right now!” I snapped back at her, pinching the bridge of my nose.

“But I thought you liked singing and dancing!” Jessica retorted.

“Yes, I do! But then the company makes me do some…crap stuff like acting too! Sometimes I just feel like a money machine for you guys, I don’t even remember where’s my passion I used to have. I’ve had enough!” I yelled back, banging the table angrily.

“You know it’s not like this! The company wants to expand your horizons.” Jessica placed her hand on top of mine, and I shook it away. She sighed, as if I had touched her raw nerve. “Okay, then what about those fans of yours?”