Halfway There| Romeo Beckham

04| With VB!?

S A Y L O R
I sat and stared at him for a good couple of seconds. I was really letting this moment sink into me. I couldn't believe myself that it was real.

"Um, I'm sorry." I looked away embarrassed.

"No you're fine," He tries to make me feel more comfortable, "Didn't you want to leave?"

"Oh, yeah. I did." We both got up. I grabbed my bag and my drink and we both headed out the Cafe.

I was relieved to see that there were no more people screaming and flashing pictures in my face. An older boy that was on his phone outside turned around when he heard Romeo open the door.

"I cannot do that again, Rome." He shakes his head while he slipped his phone inside his pocket.

"I'm sorry I threw you under the bus, but I really needed to handle this." Romeo tells him, "At least you made fans day.."

"Nah, it's okay," The boy says, "Brooklyn, and your name?" He put out his hand.

"Saylor... and I know who you are." I giggled while taking his hand to shake.

"Nice name." Romeo smiled at me. I grinned back and thanked him.

I saw Brooklyn look down at the ground while I started to talk to Romeo. I didn't pay much attention to it, I thought he'd just saw a bug or something.

"Dude your shoes!" He gasped. He looked in so much shock. Before I could speak, Romeo chimed in.

"Those are Yeezys too.." He shook his head and made a face as if he was in pain by looking at them.

"Yeah, um, when the drink fell my shoes took the whole thing to the face." I say, looking down toward my shoes.

When I looked back up, Brooklyn and Romeo were looking at each other and talking very quietly. Then they looked back at me.

"I think we know how to fix that..." Romeo smiles.

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"Mom, emergency." Romeo held my hand, pulling me into a huge building.

"Big one." Brooklyn wraps his arm around a tall woman. Yet not too tall.

I'm stopped directly in front of her, while Romeo stood by my side.

"Boys, I told you when you are strolling around London you cannot come to my job like this when I'm working. Now what is the pickle?" She rested her hands on her hips.

"This nice girl here was bombarded by a crowd of people and her Starbucks drink spilled all over her shoes." Brooklyn explained to her.

"Uh, Mrs. Victoria, there's someone who would like to have a word with you." A random lady peeked out of a doorway. We all looked over at her.

"I will be over soon as I get the chance, thank you." Mrs. Victoria says in frustration. She looks back at all of us, then at my shoes.

"Oh dear.." She furrowed her eyebrows, "That is most definitely going to take a minute."

"I'm sorry to cause trouble, Mrs. Victoria. I have no problem leaving if you don't have the time—"