Friends & Paradise

Chapter 8 - What Happened Tonight? (Natasha's POV)

After Jason left the suite, Amelia and Danielle rushed to get into my bedroom. They quickly jumped in my bed, kind of startling me, and begged me to tell them what happened tonight.

"Tell us!" Danielle said.

"What did you two talk about that took nearly two hours?" Amelia asked.

"I can't tell you," I said. I felt that whatever we said by the pool, is private and I shouldn't go around telling people about it, and plus, I just told him something I haven't told anyone. And he just told me something that I'm sure he doesn't want me to go around and acting as if it was nothing. "But I will tell you this, whatever we said downstairs is private, yet, I sweet how he trusts me. I mean it's obvious he doesn't go around telling people about it, because then he wouldn't be able to trust anyone and that's the last thing I want for him. But... I don't know."

"Are you going to see him again?" Amelia asked.

"Yeah. Tomorrow at six, we're going to The Dig. And I'm really excited." I said.

"Aw! Look who just got a date!" Danielle said. "And first night here and you're already getting dates? Damn, girl! You do work fast!"

"Oh, puh-lease." I laughed. "But, it's weird, but I think I like him."

"Nash, you've just set eyes on him. How can you tell you like him?" Amelia asked.

"It's not every guy who talks to me about what he said downstairs. It's not every guy who held me while I cried and told him about my story. And it's not every guy who sees a girl in a club trying to get a jerk off of her and gets in a fight just for her. He is one in a million, and I'm not going to lose that."

"What was his name?" Danielle asked.

"Jason Westin."

"I think I've heard that name before..." she said while going to her room and getting her laptop. She came back with her white MacBook in hand. "Okay, let's google."

Danielle typed in google, 'Jason Westin', and out came a lot of news articles about his dad and the Atlantis resort, and a Wikipedia article about Jason. Danielle clicked it and it opened the Wikipedia article. It read:

'Jason Westin:

Jason Westin (Born in March 3rd 1993, in New York City, New York, US) is the son of the world famous Benjamin Westin, one of the most famous owners of The Atlantis Resort in both, The Bahamas and Dubai. Jason is a young man with a promising future. He is set to go to college this fall, and will be the one to take over what his father has made once he is old enough to assume his job. What was once known as one of the wildest celebrity children, now became a more reserved and quiet person. Jason used to go out and party with his million friends but has been seen recently quite alone, parading the hallways of his father's empire.'

It said more about the history of the resort, but that was basically it.

"You are going out with a Westin?" Danielle asked kind of surprised after what she read.

"Yeah, why?" I asked. What was so wrong by going out with one of them? I mean, Jason is super sweet and nice and I liked him.

"You have no idea what they can do to you. These people are celebrities and only hang out with people of their same economic class, if you know what I mean."

"I do know what you mean, but Jason himself told me that he doesn't want to go out and talk with the people from his class 'cause he says they only want to hang out with him for what he is, not who he is. He just wants friends who like him for the person he is, not for people to see him just as his dad's son. And, I find that very sweet." I said. "And plus, it doesn't say anywhere there that he is a player or that he treats women lke dirt or a toy like Cameron does."

"Yeah, maybe you're right."

"Anyway, I'd say we all go to bed right now, it's almost three in the morning and we have to get up before twelve to enjoy the morning sun. So, good night to all of you." I said.

"Night!" Danielle and Amelia said as they walked over to their rooms and closed the door behind them.

I started to change into pajamas, while thinking about what happened tonight. I smiled at the memories, and while thinking about them, Jason's kiss still lingered on my cheek. I felt my face redden. I was sure that I liked him, because he is really nice and sweet and he actually wants to talk, not just a talk here and there. We talk about what we want and what we like and our families. Now, when will I ever find another guy who will do the same? Never.

I sighed. I can't get him out of my head.

I threw a few pillows off my bed, and then opened a corner on the sheets for me to slip in. I turned off the light on my bedside table, and went to bed.

I was only a half hour in my bed, and I still couldn't get Jason off my head. I mean, whenever I tried not to think about him, I thought about hsi touch on my skin, and his hand in my hand, and once again I was back to daydreaming about him. But then the clock catched my attention, and the time it was basically told me that I really had to get some sleep. So I closed my eyes and went to sleep.