The Tokyo Hotel

Chapter 22

  A/N:I just wanna say I'm sorry if this chapter ruins the concept of Lemonade Squad for you 😅

Jacks P. O. V.

I counted the money I had saved up for the last few months. It was barely enough to pay McDonalds with.

I sighed as I pulled up my jeans slightly, reveiling the lemon tattoo. I had been trying to save money to get it removed. But with my allowance I could wait till I was fifty.

It was no use anyway. I could remove the tattoo, but the boy who gave it to me would remain.

~one year ago~

I set up the lemonade stand like I did each year. It was the one time of the year I was able to earn my own money for once.

I always asked for the leftover lemons at Willy's and they actually gave them. Together with some sugar I bought with some money I saved from the previous year I made lemonade. Not that many people bought it. But each year I ended up with a little bit of extra cash.

As I got older people were less interested though. Big eyes and a cute voice just didn't work when you were a teenage boy.

On that one particular day a boy approached me. He was around the same age, but that's where the comparison stopped. He was more muscular than me, his hair was dyed jet black and he had a lot of tattoos and piercings.

"Aren't you a little old for a lemonade stand?" he laughed. "If you're not gonna buy some then please move on" I retorded.

"You really need that money don't you" the boy grinned.

"H-how did you know..."

"I can tell by your appearance. You live in the Tokyo Hotel" he stated.

"I-I eh..." I got nervous as I didn't like it when people judged me by where I lived.

"Don't worry about it. I live there too" the boy said.

"Really? You don't look like you do" I remarked.

"I know. I have my secrets to getting more money. Would you like me to help you? The name is Mikey by the way" he said, stepping closer to me.

"I'm Jack. And yes, I'd like that, but please don't invade my personal space" I said, taking a step back.

"Allright let's take a look at this. How much per lemonade?" Mikey asked.

"£1 for a glass" I replied.

"You have a sign for the price?" Mikey continued.

I nodded. "Right there" I pointed at the sign in the corner.

Mikey picked up the sign, searched something in his pocket and took out a sharpie. Above the sign he wrote 'BIG SALE' and next to the price of £1 he wrote a £2 wich he then crossed out.

"What are you doing?" I asked, following his every move.

"It's a simple marketing trick. You make a limited sale and suddenly everyone is interested" Mikey explained as he placed the sign back where it belonged.

"oh" I just said.

Mikey was right, after a while more people started buying the lemonade. Ironically,even little children who would otherwise be behind the lemonade stand rather than in front of it.

By the end of the day I had sold all of the lemonade and I counted how much I had earned.

"£206! How did we even earn this much? Surely we didn't have that much lemonade!" I exclaimed.