Hours and hours of travel from California to London. I'm so freaking tired. Even though we're in first class, I still find it hard to sleep. Simply because I'm worried. It's already been a day since Justin and I talked outside my house. I bet he's already expecting me to walk through his door. That's not gonna happen. Not until next year.
After hours of waiting to land, we finally come to a stop. We just need to wait for the stewardess to say that we're finally here and that we can now unbuckle our seat belts and stand up. When she does, my parents and I get our stuff and go out.
Walking in the London airport was the last thing I had in mind. I never thought I'd have to stop and forget working for Justin just to go to London for a business conference that I will totally not have something to do with until I inherit it.
Couples of minutes pass and we're now claiming our baggage by the exit. We wait and when we get our stuff, we go outside where a limousine is waiting for us.
"Dad, I'm gonna work at Nando's," I tell my father who's already sitting in the car.
"But.." he says.
"You and mom already told me that it's okay for me to work. So Nando's it is," I cut in as I get into the car.
He sighs. "Okay then, my child. Do whatever you want."
"Thanks daddy."
Our baggage are already in the trunk and the driver gets in and drives. Another 30 minutes of traveling. I never signed up for this.
The car comes to a stop in front of a huge house. Nothing new to me. We get out and go straight to the house. A butler comes out and helps the driver get our stuff.
"Whose is this?" I ask my mom.
"This is ours, sweetheart," she says.
"I didn't know we had a house here in London."
"We never told you."
The two story house is fully furnished. A fireplace in the formal living room. Probably ten bedrooms, eight bathrooms, a half bathroom downstairs, couches, chairs, formal dining room, everything you can think of.
"Would you like something to drink, sir?" the butler asks in his British accent.
"I'll have a Martini," dad says. My mom asks for the same.
"And you my lady?"
"I'll have Shirley Temple," I respond.
The butler is at his late 50's. He has a white beard and almost balding. Average height and not so skinny.
He comes back with what we asked for.
"If you need anything, I'll be in the kitchen," he says then leaves.
"I'm going upstairs and sleep. I'm tired. See you," I say and leave.
It's eight-thirty o'clock at night and everyone's tired. I was actually planning to stay up all night, but I end up passing out.
It's foggy, I can't see anything. I try to approach a figure of somewhat a little boy. As I do, the image becomes clearer and clearer. Finally, I see him. A boy with a blondish hair playing in a backyard of a big house.
"Izzy! Come here! Check out my new truck!" the little boy says.
I see the little girl running toward the boy. I'm watching her, her every move. Everything. The little girl giggles and says, "That's really nice. My mom got me this new Barbie doll."
As I watch her, I realize that the little girl is me. All of a sudden, I become her. It's like my body is now a six-year old girl's.
"We should put your Barbie into my truck and pretend she's driving it," the boy says again.
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Friends Forever
FanfictionIsabella Ericson is a socialite's daughter who just wanted to work and experience life. When she does work, she ends up working for Justin Bieber who shared his past with her.
