Rebel Love Song: A BVB Love Story

DJ's Christmas Scavenger Hunt

DJ's POV

I woke up in pj shorts and my black tank top from yesterday. But Ashley wasn't next to me. I looked around the bedroom and around the room. But he was nowhere. That's until I saw something to my right. It was a note written in Ashley's sloppy handwriting. I picked it up and read it.

Dear DJ,

Merry Christmas, babe. I can't wait to have our special day. But to do that, you gotta find me. I'll give you your first clue. Go down to the coffee shop downstairs in the lobby. I bought you some French Vanilla coffee. You're favorite. Just tell the owner about me. He'll give it to you. I love you.

Love,

Ash.

I got out of bed, brushed my teeth, did my usual emo make up, and browsed through my closet. I found a pair of black ripped jeans and put them on with a matching black shirt and black boots. I brushed my hair before pulling on my black gloves. They can turn into mittens! Isn't that cool!?

I exited Ashley and I's hotel rooms and made sure it was locked. I also made sure the note was in my pocket. I took the elevator down to the lobby and went into the coffee shop. There weren't a lot of people in here. I went up to the cashier woman.

"Hello, I'm looking for the owner." I said politely. "Oh, you must be DJ. The owner is right over there." She told me, pointing to a tall blond man with blue eyes. I walked over to him. "Hi, I'm DJ. Ashley Purdy was here earlier." I spoke to him. "Oh yes. Here you go." He said, handing me a cup, a black rose, and anther note. I gladly took them and sat down at a booth.

I started drinking the French Vanilla coffee. Mmm, French Vanilla-y Ashley knows me so well. I read the note, which the black rose was attached to. The note said...

Dear DJ,

I got you this coffee because it reminds me of the first day we met in that coffee shop when I spilled all your French Vanilla on the floor. You'll see me soon, babe. Take the roses of your favorite color I give you throughout the scavenger hunt. Keep them as a memory if you ever miss me one day. Now, go to the bar across the street from the hotel. There will be a DJ there that'll give you the next clue.

I love you.

Love,

Ash.

He said he loved me again. I love you too, Ash, I thought. I guess it's a DJ because my name's DJ. DUH! I ran out of the coffee shop with my coffee. Yea, that's right, I'm still thirsty for French Vanilla, got a problem?

I made it to the bar, but the dumb ass security wouldn't let me in unless I showed them my ID. I finally was able to come in and I saw a whole bunch of drunkies dancing around with people they just met. Nasty.

I saw the DJ moving his hands on the discs to make sound affects for the music. I made my way to the DJ through all the drunkies dancing around. The DJ turned around, pretty much busy, and the usual black rose and note was lying near his discs. I took another sip of my coffee and that's when the DJ turned around. "You're DJ? The one trying to steal my job just because she has the name?" The DJ joked. I smiled. "Yea, my boyfriend, Ash, was here earlier." I explained, even though I knew he knew.

"Well then these are for you." He told me, handing me the black rose and the note. I walked out the back of the bar. It was too loud in there and there were too many nasty people in there. I walked back to the hotel and just stood at the front door. I opened the note and began reading.

Dear DJ,

Go to that burger shop around the corner now because it reminds me of the first place we went together for our dinner date. Remember to collect the black roses. I love you, babe. I can't wait until it's the time to be with you again.