F@^!ED UP LOVE {Jai Brooks}

Meeting the Janoskians

Ah! Land! I'm so JetLagged, so Tired, stiff, my butt hurts, and I feel like I'm gonna pass out if I don't sit down. Unfortunately, we have to wait for our bags to arrive, which takes, like, 10 minutes until it gets here. I just want to sleep, I don't even know if we have a hotel to stay in, like I said, Mrs. Dawson just told me to pack because we're going to Australia for more than 3 months. There was no further details.

Eventually, we got our bags. We were the last ones to get out, but it isn't a race. Unless its a race to get a bed and sleep, then I'd be furious. When we got out, Mrs. Dawson sat on the bench. WE'RE GONNA WAIT! AGAIN?

"What are you doing? Let's go!" I whined. I really need my rest.

"We're waiting for a van to take us to the hotel, so unless you want to walk for 45 minutes, without knowing where to go, I suggest you sit here and wait" She argued.

"Couldn't we just take a cabbie?"

"The van is already paid to take us to places. It's a waste of money if you're just gonna take a cab."

"Ugh! Fine"

After 10 minutes of waiting, the van finally came. People gave me odd looks because when I was pulling my luggage, it was like nothing will ever stop me. Like when there was a brick in front of me, I pulled my luggage with all my strength, and because of that, the brick bumped someone's foot, causing them to fall over, but I was like 'I don't give a fuck, I'm stressed' and literally threw my bag in the trunk. I wasn't even bothered to go up front and position myself, I just climbed over the seats until I get to my spot.

After about another 10 minutes, we finally reached the hotel. It was MASSIVE, there were gigantic chandeliers on every corner and just one grand ginormous chandelier in the middle of the lobby. There were tables scattered around the lobby like a cafe. It was silent, but with classical music quietly playing in the background. And the best part is all the workers in the hotel, wears costumes. Costumes like the, the olden days. Like top hats, pocket watches and extended coats, bonnets, parasols and puffy dresses, and just, wow!

"Rooms for Ross Dawson and Savannah Millers?" Mrs. Dawson asked the receptionist as she searched for something in her computer.

"Ah, please wait" The receptionist said with her beautiful Australian Accent, as she put a card on top of some scanner. So Hi-Tech.

"Here are your keys, room 1207 and 1209, just beside each other, please sign here" She said and gives us each a pen and some kind of receipt.

We got our keys and walked to the elevator, pressed the up button and waited, it opened instantly, it frightened me. We walked in the elevator and pressed 12, we didn't move, I pressed it again, and nothing happened, I pressed it rapidly, and there was nothing happening. Was there something we're supposed to do?

"I think you're supposed to put your key in the slot" Mrs. Dawson suggested. And I did so.

"Then what?" I asked while pushing the 12 button and it lit up and we moved. "Oh" how safe and Hi-Tech.

Ding!

I ran through the halls until I found 1209. I used my key to open my door, dropped my bag and just smashed my face on the pillow. Until my telephone rang.

"I am sleeping, what BullShit do you want?" I asked FURIOUS. I want to relax

"This is your manager and you will not sleep. Freshen up because we're going to someone's house"

"Who's Damn house are we going to now?"

"The Brooks's residence"

It was silent for a few seconds