Stranded

Chapter 18: Harder Than Finding Nemo (Part 1)

[A/N: My mind is sort of “flying” elsewhere so please bear with this update.

Thanks for reading on, anyway. Happy 18th chap. Hope you still like how this story is going. Leave your comments, ‘kay?

~Kim Shelly ♥]                    

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Angel’s POV

It was again just another dream. I really think I should get used to having those weird continuous dreams so I won’t be frustrated and confused all the time after I wake up. I opened my eyes only to see a light-green colored thing covering them. My entire face was also numb and it hurt every time I try to make a face or speak. Then, I remembered I am still in the spa with Lea. They offered us some sort of facial mask involving avocados and cucumbers for free and since we have nothing to do and we’re still unrelaxed, we decided to try it. After all, as I said, it was for free.

Annoyingly, I removed the cucumber slices covering my eyes, got up hastily and demanded the one of the staff to help me remove the sticky avocado cream from my face. I do not have any idea why but I suddenly felt stressed again. This has to end.

After both Lea and I had the gluey icky stuff removed from our faces, I dragged her out of that freaking French place which didn’t even seem very French-ish. I mean, it has American-type facials and spas!There are literally a shitload of things running inside my mind that I don’t even know what I am thinking about.

Laurie was shocked when we showed up at her café, all sweaty and definitely not wonderful sights to see. Luckily, it isn’t the peak hour. Only a few people were there, five, to be exact. I gave her a slight smile and dragged Lea to her bedroom upstairs, not minding everyone else’s stares. Laurie, Lea and Vanessa, Laurie’s mom, live at the flat just above their coffee shop. Vanessa was there, cooking lunch in the kitchen. I waved her hello but continued dragging Lea to her room, probably startling her.

Finding the rest of the girls was way harder than I thought. We live miles and miles away. With the sudden attacks of drowsiness which put us to sleep every now and then, we couldn’t focus on looking for Rae, Liz and Erin. Luckily, fate seems to be on our side. Rae just posted something about going to London in Facebook. That’s a relief. I have been stressing over finding the three other girls and feeling like crap the entire day. I could say that it made me feel less frazzled.

“I suggest we go to London, too.” Lea proposed. Suddenly, something struck me. I remember the last time I was in London. I went to jog alone after I had the first 1Dream and saw someone who looks a lot like Zayn. Zayn Malik.

“Earth to Angel!” Lea snapped at me, bringing me back to my senses. I was caught daydreaming by my despicable bestfriend and it isn’t nice. She’s the kind of person who loves to tease me about almost every weird thing I do. “Daydreaming, eh?”

“No.” I answered, bitterly. She was a bit shocked because of how I answered her so I just explained myself. “It’s just that, um, I saw someone who looks like Zayn at a coffee shop in London the last time I went there.”

“What?” She asked me, jolting from her seat. I, on the other hand, kept scrolling through Facebook, unaware of what I am doing, while sitting on Lea’s bed, my head leaning on the headboard.

“Maybe I just thought it was him.” I tried to shrug it off. To stop Lea from badgering me for more information, which is what she usually does, I opened up another topic to talk about. “Do you think we should have another chat with Chad?”

Unfortunately for me, she noticed the sudden change of subject. “Come on, Angel. Tell me about the Zayn look-alike.”

I stared at her. This isn’t Lea. Normally, when I don’t want to talk about stuff and open up a whole new topic, she stops nagging. One thing more, she’s getting really, really weird. Her mannish voice is replaced by a very high, girly voice which sounds like a tiny mouse’s squeak. She’s no longer her old self. But she’s actually better now, to be honest.