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Chapter 1: Suite Life

 I can't believe that it was actually happening. We were actually going to stay in a suite in New York City.

It felt so surreal, like a dream almost. It was even kind of cliché: Three gorgeous besties traveling the big city by themselves, no adults. This is the kind of stuff that only happened in the movies, except we were only from a small suburban town in Pennsylvania.

Oh yeah, and only two of the three best friends are gorgeous; I, on the other hand, could probably have a professional give me a full makeover and still only be moderately attractive at most.

We took a train from a small station a city away from our hometown, to Grand Central Station late at night, tired but excited to start this little adventure. We took a cab to the hotel and Shay handled all the talking like the pro she was.  She easily passed off as a native New Yorker because her family came down here all the time, watching Broadway shows to prepare Shay for her definitive future.

Gaby and I just stared out the window the whole time, admiring all of the pretty lights, amazed and dazzled as it was our first times here. We were lucky enough to reserve a hotel right in the center of the action, Times Square. The view outside our hotel room was amazing, the Empire State building was literally right there in our faces.

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It was now 11:30 and we know that we should probably be sleeping, but we can't. So instead the three of us were sprawled out on the king-sized bed we were sharing, each doing different things. I was reading a book, Shay was watching T.V. and Gaby was listening to her ipod, eyes closed, shaking her head to the beat and humming to the tune.  Or at least we were trying to.

It was kind of hard to concentrate when some music the floor above was playing so loudly.

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“Arrrgh, I can barely concentrate on my music when there are monkeys having World War III up there!” Gaby sighed harshly.

More running around, and jumping, and playful yelling came from upstairs in response.

Shay sat up from her relaxed position in front of the TV. “Sounds like they're having a pretty wild party up there... let's ask if we can join them!” She looked at me hopefully.

I just shook my head. “Nononononono, c'mon guys, we should probably be sleeping anyway,” snapping my book shut, hoping to set an example.

“Well I'd like to go up there and show these guys a piece of my mind.  I can't even hear my music, and it's on full blast!” Gaby got riled up as the music and shouting continued on.

“NO! We’re not going to get into a fight our first night in NYC over a little bit of noise!” I reasoned that our parents wouldn't very much enjoy us getting kicked out of our fancy hotel at any time, much less our first hour here.

Except maybe Shay's again. They might even laugh about it. Darn lucky girl, that one.

Suddenly a wicked grin formed on Gaby's face. Oh no, that was never a good sign. Shay, of course, noticed it too and turned to face her, smiling excitedly. We followed Gaby's gaze to the iHome on the bedside table. Shay gasped excitedly and said out loud what Gaby was probably thinking: “Guys, let's be even louder than them!”

Before I could say anything, Gaby had already reached across, plugged her iPod in the socket, and hit shuffle. I sighed, seeing that it was futile to try arguing now.

Instead, the three of us sat up expectantly, waiting for the music to start.

A distantly familiar song began playing.  Oh, it’s that new song I’ve been hearing all over the radio by some popular British boy band - Old Generation or Same Edition or something like that.  Both me and Shay looked at Gaby confusedly, whose cheeks were now a bright red.

“You like this song?!” Shay asked as we burst out laughing.  “Shut up, it’s catchy!” A pillow thrown by Gaby landed on Shay’s face just making us both laugh even harder.  

Gaby made a move to change the song but Shay grabbed her hand, “Stop, it actually is kinda catchy,” she said, wiping tears from her eyes, and then proceeding to crank up the volume until it was blasting.  Gaby crossed her arms, closed her eyes, and turned away dissapprovingly, obviously still embarrassed over the whole situation.  

I got up and started jumping on the bed, humming along to the song “being the way that you are is e-nou-ou-ough.”  Shay grabbed a brush and held it as a microphone, closing her eyes and pretending to belt out the song, which was hilarious because she didn’t know any of the lyrics at all.  

Both of us then proceeded to “sing” to Gaby, who was still looking away and unintentionally bouncing along to our rowdy jumps. Finally, Gaby cracked and started jumping with us.  We both then chased her around the room, screaming and howling, when suddenly she stopped running, causing us to bump into her.

“Owww!” the three of us moaned collectively from the dirty hotel floor. Gaby sat up, still rubbing her head, “You guys listen, the music stopped and now they're fighting about something.”

We hushed up and listened, “It wasn't us, it was the floor below!” we heard in a voice trying (but failing terribly) not to be too loud. In an even softer “whisper” (yell) we strained to hear, “Guys, what if they know?”

There was a long silence after that and Shay burst out laughing. “GUYS, THEY'RE AFRAID OF A SONG!”

They were both laughing hard, but I only had a nervous smile on my face. Who could possibly be up there that would have a problem with such a fun song? I strained to hear any more of their conversation, but it was strangely quiet up there.

Maybe Shay was right. Maybe they were actually afraid of the song.

The very thought of anyone being afraid of a song made me crack up maniacally. Gaby and Shay looked at me like I was crazy, then cracked up even harder over my delayed reaction. Once we were all done with the cackling fest, we finally went to sleep around midnight, the catchy song stuck in our heads as we dreamt.    

A/N: There's Anais on the right over there :) 

The next chapter will be much longer, I promise!  It'll be a fun fun fun one :D

Your boys will be in it. And it involves wet tee-shirts!

PS tell me who you think i'll pair them up with, I'm curious to know ;D