Tortured (A Matthew Espinosa Fanfic)

The Trip

In the weeks leading up to our trip, I had really started to enjoy my junior year. I had been on six dates with Danny, and I had been hanging out with Zoey for the rest of the time.

After school on the Friday before our trip, Zoey came over so we could finish packing and head to the airport. The show wasn't going to be until Saturday afternoon, but it's LA! There's so much to do.

"Hey Vic! Are you as excited about this as I am?" Zoey screeched when she entered my house.

I gave her a sarcastic look and said, "Duh!! Let me go grab my suitcase." I ran upstairs to get my stuff from my room, and practically flew back down the stairs.

"Ready Freddy?" Zoey said excitedly.

"Ready ready." I replied with a huge smile. we walked outside, put our stuff in the back of my silver porches, and got in. My parents gave me the car for my sixteenth birthday so I could drive anywhere I needed while they were away, which was pretty much all the time.

We had to drive to the airport in Las Vegas because it's the closest one to where we live. We drove for over three hours, but we finally got to the airport, checked in, and got on the plane. It was getting late by the time we boarded.

Zoey and I talked and played games on the flight until we finally fell asleep.

We landed in LA just after midnight and hot off the plane.

"This is gonna be awesome!" I squealed.

Zoey turned to me, "Hell yes it is!" She winked at me. We walked over to the carousel to grab our luggage. We finally got ours and were able to leave the airport.

We rented a nice little black and solver sports car and drove to our hotel, which was right in the middle of all the LA action. we were close to food and the venue the boys would be performing at.

I checked us in while Zoey brought our luggage in from the car.

"Here's your key. You will be in room 207." The manager handed me the room key.

"Thanks!" I said, taking it out of his hands. We headed up to our room and opened the door. Zoey walked in first and looked around.

"Dude, check this out!! This hotel room is NICE!" And that was coming from a girl who's parents are filthy rich.

The room had light silver walls, pure white fluffy carpets, and two gigantic beds with deep velvety red covers and like ten giant pillows on each bed. The doors and walls were all lined with gold. The room even had a kitchen with solid granite countertops.

We finished looking around when we reached the bathroom. It had white marble floors and the biggest shower I had ever seen in my life. I could tell that this was gonna be the best trip ever for me and Zoey.

And we hadnt even met the boys yet!