If We Ever Meet Again [Ft. Synyster Gates]

Three

When I woke up, I called Becca and Laura asking them to meet me at the lobby 12 a.m so that we could head down to the spa. My stomach growled so I called room-service, ordering strawberry pancakes and coffee. After a hotel-employee dropped off the breakfast, I sat down on the bed with my steamy mug of coffee in my right hand and my cellphone in my left. I was texting with Chris, asking him when he would arrive.

'I'll be there at 8 babe'

'Okay, can't wait to see you. I miss you'

' Can't wait to see you either, love you I smiled to myself.

Chris had that effect on me that everytime he would smile, my heart would start beating faster, I would become nervous in a good way. I got that giddy feeling in my gut every time he said those three magic words to me. 'I love you' was the thing that could make my day when he told me.

Before I met Chris I didn't have a lot of plans for myself, I never thought of my dream wedding, family or my career. As soon as Chris walked into my life I let myself open up to those things, I could see myself growing old with Chris. Before that probably get two children, a girl and a boy would be the best according to me. We could move out on the country, outside the city life and live in a big two-story house with a huge garden and maybe a house pet. I wanted it all now and I wanted it with him. He was truly the love of my life.

I texted him back with a ' I love you too' before I started digging in on my pancakes. They were delicious!

When I was done, I set the mug on the night-stand and walked into the bathroom to take a shower.

After I stepped out of the shower I put on some clothes that would be easy to slip out of since we would probably get massages at the spa. Then I went back to the bathroom and used the blow-drier that was attached to the bathroom wall, if my hair was wet I would catch a cold. I easily caught on to viruses so I didn't want to risk anything. As I was done with my hair I tied my hair up in a messy bun and decided to skip doing my make-up, after all we would only be going to the spa to get refreshed. We would probably have somebody there get us all ready and fabulous.

I grabbed my mug with coffee that now was lukewarm and walked out on the balcony. As I leaned against the railing, admiring the ocean view I realised how much I really had missed California. Sure New York was beautiful with its glitz and glam, snow during the winter but I missed the heat here. I missed being in the climate I grew up in, before I always used to walk around in summer clothes all year round and it was nice being able to go to the beach whenever. Now I rarely had the opportunity to actually get a break from work but when I managed to, I missed being able to throw on a bikini and take a swim.

It was more peaceful here too, New York was indeed as the said " the city that never sleeps" and to be honest, it gets tiring after a while. Sometimes I need calm but being surrounded by constant life and noise where ever you go would make it hard to relax.

It felt as if enough time had passed so that I could head down to the lobby but I took a quick look at the antique, wall-clock to make sure. It was 11.46 which gave me enough time to pack what I needed in my bag and go downstairs.

My cellphone, wallet, hotel-key got tossed in my bag before I slipped on some shoes and closed the door. I had waited for about 5 minutes before the girls showed up, both wearing cute, flower patterned sun-dresses.

"Let's go and get pampered!" Becca squealed with excitement as we headed downstairs.

~*~

The two hours at the spa was worth it! We got shiatsu massages, mani- & pedi-cures as well as personal stylist to fix us. My hair was curled then tossed up in a nice bun with a french braid baked in it. My make up was pretty simple, the eye-shadow was in golden tones, lipstick was cranberry red and my nails were painted in a nude colour. I wanted it simple because my dress was a strapless pink one, it went to the middle of my thigh but in the back it had a trail. I would match that with my black leather, Jeffrey Campbell Lita's which is like an accessory in itself. After all, it is Jeffrey Campbell.

"What are you wearing tonight?" I asked the girls as I tried to sneak a peek from Laura's bag as we stood in the elevator.

"Well, I don't know if you've seen the latest black Dolce & Gabbana dress but I'll wear that with a pair of Louboutin's." she explained.

I nodded then teased her, "Damn, what do you work with girl?"

I wondered what she worked with because brands like that cost a lot and she hadn't told me anything about what she did for a living. Becca worked as a waitress at a fancy, Italian restaurant and she told me that her pay was good enough for her. The schedule also worked out pretty good for her so she didn't really mind waiting tables. If she was happy with her life then I was most definitely happy for her.

"Well, I work as a promoter. Different labels and companies give me their latest merchandise so that I can display them, so that means I'm in the public a lot; clubbing, yachting and so on. They basically pay me to get free things so that they get paid for the increased sales." she told me and I smiled.

"If I wasn't so utterly in love with my job-" Becca interrupted me with a snicker "-and Chris".

"If I wasn't so in love with my job and Chris, I would totally work as a promoter. I mean getting free brand things and just parade around in them seems like pretty good deal to me!"

"You guys are so spoiled" Becca laughed.

The doors opened right after the elevator sounded with a 'ding' signalling that we had reached our destination, floor 10. We walked out and strutted to my hotel room, I managed to find my keys in my big bag and opened the door.

The girls put their bags and purses on a couch that was situated in the hallway and walked out on the balcony. I, myself went into the bedroom where the mini-bar was and grabbed the bottle of Dom Perignon. Grabbing three champagne glasses, I headed out on the balcony giving each of the girls a glass and filled them up with the bubbly drink.

"Lets have our own birthday celebration before the real one begins, shall we?"

"Yes!"

"Happy Birthday, Ash!" they girls cheered and clinked the glasses with me.

Now, all I looked forward to was meeting Chris and getting wasted.