Lucy's POV
I felt jetlagged after almost 20-hour flight. It's already 6pm here in Manila. I used my navigation app to find some good and affordable hotel or condo where I can stay temporarily.
I checked in to one of the hotels that my friend recommended before and liked it actually. I went straightly to my hotel room and was amazed how big it is. It is definitely much bigger than the hotel in Brazil, considering that I will live here with myself.
Oh damn, I miss my girlfriend.
I threw myself on the couch in the living room. It felt incredible to finally rest my whole body comfortably. I reached for my phone that is on the backside pocket of my pants. I removed the airplane mode and saw many messages popping out continously. I was surprised to see that I recieved 52 messages.
Most of them are from Mads. Two of them are from mom and one is from one of my bestfriends in the PH Team, Yeshia.
I saw Madison's messages and can't help but laugh or giggle to her silly messages. I messaged back and told her that I had a safe trip and told my mom the same, and then opened Yeshia's message.
Yeshia: Hey girl! Welcome back! I missed you, idiot! We planned to make a welcome party for you both new players in the team. You better come, or I'll kill you. Text me after reading this, then I'll text you the address. See ya!
I smiled at how thoughtful they are to prepare us new players a welcome party. However, I felt nervous about seeing my old teammate-slash-my first love-slash- the first girl who broke my heart-slash-one and only, Stacy.
I didn't want to waste their efforts and make them feel bad, so I texted her back and told her that I'll go and that I missed her and the whole team.
After saying goodbye to her. I quickly went to the bathroom to take a shower. But again, I was amazed at how big the bathroom for myself. There is small curtain covering the bathtub, a small glass covered room where you can take a shower, a sink and a toilet of course.
After wandering around the bathroom, I stripped and took a long shower. The water is pretty cold, and I liked it. After showering, I went to the living room where I placed my bags and picked one of my night dresses.
I grabbed my bags and put it upstairs. There is a walking closet where I can put my clothes and my shoes but because I'm tired and lazy as fuck, I decided to just leave it there and fix it tomorrow morning.
I went to the door that I thought was the bedroom and was proven right after opening it. My jaw dropped at how beautiful it is. There is a big flat screen TV and a king sized bed. There is also a small bathroom inside which I checked earlier. But the thing that caught my attention is the clear sliding door covered by a silky white curtain. I opened it and admired the view. The lights from the buildings, posts, and some houses made the view even more perfect. I stayed there for few more minutes and then finally returned the big room.
I sat at the edge of the bed. I missed Madison. I checked my phone and saw my wallpaper. I smiled at the image of me and my girlfriend smiling. I couldn't help it anymore, so I facetimed her. I waited for her to answer but sadly she didn't.
Maybe she's asleep right now plus she's a heavy sleeper so she might not heard her phone. I sighed and smiled remembering how hard it is to wake her during morning training.
I shook my head and crawled slowly on the bed to rest my head comfortably in the headboard. I saw the remote of the TV beside the lamp, so I grabbed it and opened the big screen. I searched for chanel that I can watch and stopped at the Myx Chanel.
Now playing: Ed Sheeran-Kiss Me
I sighed contently hearing one of my favorite singers singing my favorite song. I lay on the bed and just stared at the ceiling. My head is spinning maybe because of the long flight so I just let myself sleep and rest.
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The First Girl I Loved
Teen FictionWarning: This is not written for homophobic people. So I'm warning you right now. There are scenes that are not suitable for fetuses, little nuggets, and to all who are not open-minded. Read at your own risk. Feel free to read, vote, or leave messa...