Los Angeles Baby

7 0 0
                                    

I had successfully finished my drive. I was in Los Angeles and I couldn't believe it. I felt like I was dreaming. Currently I was getting Taco Bell I decided to eat inside for some weird reason I clearly need to find a hotel. Eh it's whatever. I ordered my food and I was sitting at a window seat eating my 3 soft tacos.

Half way through eating and scrolling through my phone I noticed a crowd of guys walking in. I looked at them and noticed a really cute guy. He was wearing all black and had a huge camera and was filming 2 guys doing something stupid but I was to far away to hear or really understand what they were doing, I just continued eating and scrolling.

Around 10 minutes later I had finished my food and threw everything out. I walked out the doors and seen a very nice white car parked beside mine. The closer I got I noticed it was the guys who were just inside laughing and yelling. Boys will be boys I guess. I walked up to my car and got in the drivers side. When I got in and turned on my car ready to back out and leave I noticed a guy with a beard motioning me to roll down my window.

I gave him a weird look locked my doors and rolled the window down the tiniest bit. "What?" I asked. "My friend thinks your cute he wants to know if he can get your number. " The guy with the beard said motioning towards the guy who I thought was cute. "Uhm I don't really know you nor do I feel comfortable with that sorry! I got to go though!" I said rolling up my window and backing out.

I bet they thought I was a bitch and usually I would have maybe considered that in Arizona but I don't know anyone here or who they so no. I drove til I seen the Hilton hotel sign. I am not rich but I also am not broke. I pulled into a parking spot and went inside. I went to the front desk and booked a room. I took my bags upstairs and went into my room and for once I felt like I wasn't walking on egg shells. It finally hit me. I am free. I can do whatever I want.

The Story Of Us/ David DobrikWhere stories live. Discover now