You wake up the next morning startled, sitting straight up, gasping for air as if you weren't breathing the entire night. You can't remember now what the dream was about. You don't even remember going to sleep again last night. All you remember is reading Ashton's journal and him freaking out over it.
Your back is a little sore as usual, you figured the bed would help but it didn't. You search for Advil but can't find any in your bag. You'll have to mark that on your shopping list for today.
You check the time to see it's already 11am and decide to skip breakfast and eat while you're shopping. You take a quick shower, putting on some black ripped skinny jeans and a batman shirt with some converse, you decided not to wear your army-like boots today, You aren't up to Ashton's usual comments on them. You need to buy new shoes ASAP.
You head out of the guesthouse, locking the door behind you.
You walked into the main house and into the kitchen where Mrs. Irwin sat with a cup of coffee at the counter. She wore no makeup but still managed to look absolutely stunning. She looks like she slept like royalty.
"Morning, Y/N. Sleep well last night?" she smiled at you.
'Oh totally, except your son wouldn't stop drumming and caught me reading his journal.' you thought to youself but didn't say out loud, You just smiled and nod at her.
"Want some coffee or tea?" She holds out her mug and you shake your head.
"I think I'm going to go out and shop. I want to get it over with."
She raises a concerned brow. "No breakfast?"
"I'll eat in town," you smile and she shrugs her shoulders.
"Ah, don't bother walking." She stands and motions for you to follow her to the garage.
When she opens the door, you are shocked at the view. A black Range Rover and a white one sit there, a beautiful cherry red 1960's Mustang also sits next to those. You eye the cars in shock.
"You're welcome to take the Mustang or the white Range Rover. The black one is Ashton's." She smiled at you and showed you the keys. "Have fun!"
You grab the keys and hop into the Mustang and plug an address into the GPS. A big mall in the heart of Sydney, Australia.
You arrive there around lunch time. You spot a small café on the corner. You try your best to ignore all the stares from people as you make your way toward the café. Of course you wind up bumping into someone.
"Jesus, watch where you're going next time will you?" A short brunette says.
"Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry," you mumble apologetically.
She swings around and her hair almost hits you in the face. Her rude tone catches you off guard, but then again you should've expected it. Her eyes scan over your figure. "Why are you dressed like that?" You shy away from her a little.
"It's all I brought, alright?" You sigh. You were sick of everyone staring at you like you were some alien. It was just clothes after all. You thought to youself, 'it is the same as England, getting judged for what i choose to wear'.
"Where are you from? You have an accent." 'Wait, I have an accent?' You thought to youself, you seem to say alot of things in your head because you are too shy to say them out loud
"England"
"No wonder." She laughs. "I'm sorry, it's just your accent and the way you're dressed obviously shows you're not from around here. Where are you heading to?" Her tone was lighter than before.
"That café on the corner."
"I love that place. Let's go!" She smiles and links her arm into yours. You stare at her but she doesn't seem to notice as she drags you into the café. No one has ever done that to you before so you're taken aback by it.
Your stomach growls as you stand in line. It smelled delicious in here.
"You must be hungry," she giggled. "I'm Heather Mae by the way. You can call me Heaths."
"I'm Y/N, but I usually get called shorty back home."
"Shorty?" She laughed and you blushed.
You glare at her playfully as she is still laughing. "Oh come on, I'm just pushing your buttons." You ignore her as the line moves up. "You must not like your buttons pushed, I suppose."
"Who does?"
"Touché," she laughs. "I like you." You grin at her and order a Cheese sub sandwich and a strawberry smoothie. "So what's a girl like you doing around here?" Heather asks you as you turn away from the counter and walk toward a table. She followed as expected.
"I got a job here for the summer," you answer her.
"Oh that's nice. What is it?" Heather asks. She seems nice. You could use a friend while you're here for the summer instead of just novels.
"I'm a nanny," you reply lowly.
"A nanny?" Her face scrunches up as you expected. "For who?"
"The Irwins." You answer and her gaze locks on your face as she stares at you in shock.
