King Kylie on Top

Ch 7: Wireless Part 1

"Ew, Jane, what IS this?" Kylie whines as she swings open the door to our hotel room, flicking on the lights and throwing her duffle on the floor in one quick motion.

"Yeah, Jane, are we on a budget or something?" Jordyn cackles behind her.

I grit my teeth as the girls walk into the room, poking and prodding at the dated lamps and furniture. The flight to London was long, and it was a lot of work to get a hotel to see Kylie's boyfriend, Travis Scott, perform at Wireless Music Festival. Last minute. The hotel is five star, but not luxury. Jordyn crinkles her nose at the faded yellow lampshades on top of red bases, and Kylie pokes at the deep purple pillows on the armoir.

"Like, is this room even safe? I don't want an STD!" Kylie shrieks as she dives onto the white duvet with Jordyn, clearly not concerned about cleanliness at all.

"I had three days to book a hotel for this festival, Ky," I reply, as I flick on the lamp and pull open the violet curtains to take a look at the view below. "The Dorchester is five-star."

Kylie frowns in disapproval. "What about the Lanesborough?" she asks.

"You gave me two days notice that you wanted to be here for Travis, and as close to the grounds as possible ... this was our only option," I say as Kylie and Jordyn lay on their stomachs on their phone. "And the Lanesborough is $30,000 a night. So ya, it's out of the budget."

Kylie ignores me, but Jordyn looks up as I snap open my laptop on the plastic desk, double-checking their security details for the trip. "It's ok, Jane, we're just kidding. Thanks for the room." She glances over at Kylie for something of the same, but Kylie is in la-la land. She pushes up her boobs for her next snapchat, and I can pretty much guess who she's messaging.

Jordyn elbows her as she lies on her stomach taking her snap, her ankles kicked up and crossed behind her. "Ow, Jordyn!! Ugh, yes Janey-poo, you know I love you. Thank you for the non-flea infested room," she says, tearing her eyes away from her screen for a moment, and throwing me a big air-kiss.

I roll my eyes and start to put my hair up in a ponytail, too warm in this hotel room. 

"We're meeting Kendall and Bella on the grounds at 4 pm. Travis goes on at 8, so you guys have plenty of time to chill with him before then," I say, opening Kylie's suitcase and pulling out the outfit we had agreed upon for tonight: baggy black t shirt, black biker shorts, similar to the ones Kim has been sporting recently, a black baseball cap, and black sunglasses. Casual, chic, "I'm with the rapper" look.

"I'll be back in 40 minutes," I said, knowing it should really only take 20.

I look over to the bed, where she is in her all black travel outfit, this time lying on her back, sending more explicit snaps than before, while Jordyn giggles next to her.

"Travis probably needs to focus before his set ... maybe chill with the snaps," I say as I flick my ponytail back to head out the door. Kylie looks up with wide eyes ready to scold me, then her face breaks out into a wild grin as she knows I am completely right.

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40 minutes later I rap on the door, and no one answers. I push the door open and to see the girls' clothes scattered across the beds, a mix of sequins and black and white.

"HEY," Kylie's face pops out from inside the bathroom. Astounded, I see that her hair is wrapped in a white towel turban, she has another turban wrapped around her body, and there is mascara smudged under her eyes from the shower.

I stand there, in my jean jacket and gear ready to go, while she is nowhere close to ready.

"Uhm, what's going on?" I ask, perturbed that she is holding up the train, as she usually does.