OCEAN EYES ☾ { TROY BOLTON }

2 ~ 𝚔𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚘𝚔𝚎 & 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚖𝚙𝚊𝚐𝚗𝚎

𝑇𝐻𝐸 hour and a half turned out to be two hours and a half, courtesy of the five bathroom stops made from the two monster drinks Jimmie consumed on the ride over. The new hotel was at least two times bigger than the last one to Hayden, and she inwardly thanked Jimmie for his unintentional screwup. The bigger the better was one of the many quotes the young girl lived by.

It hadn't taken the family long to check-in and not even thirty minutes after, had they been settling down in their room. They were only staying for three days, so Hayden hadn't bothered to unpack unlike her mother and father who were currently placing their clothes into the brown dresser rested beside their bed.

"You know there is no point to unpacking being so we're leaving in two days, right," Jimmie spoke from him and Hayden's current lounging state on the bed they were sharing.

Lillian paused, re-folding the red shirt that'd been in her hands to glance up at her son, before promptly going on to resume her actions. "Your father and I like to have our belongings nice and organized to where we can thoroughly look and pick through what we want to wear instead of rummaging through the small suitcase, so, there actually is a point, son."

"Well, in that case, have fun packing it all up on Thursday while Jimmie and I sleep in," Hayden joined in before standing up and beckoning her brother to do the same.

"Yeah, we're not going to just sit here and watch you guys stupidly fold clothes. We're going to go and explore the hotel. Don't wait up!"

Without waiting for a response from either their mother or father, Jimmie grabbed his sister's wrist and the two troublemakers were out the door in a flash. Lillian chuckled and glanced over at her husband with raised eyebrows, "Can you believe those two?"

William shrugged, placing a pair of trousers into the dresser, "Considering who their parents are and how they acted at their age, yes."

The middle-aged woman rolled her eyes while lightly patting his chest, "Oh, please, we weren't as bad as they are. I tell you, it's like each generation gets worst and worst. Let's just hope they don't get themselves in any trouble."

William hummed in agreement with his wife, though in the back of their minds, they both knew that with Jimmie and Hayden, trouble was always bound to follow.

𝐿𝐴𝑇𝐸𝑅 𝑇𝐻𝐴𝑇 𝐸𝑉𝐸𝑁𝐼𝑁𝐺

Hayden cursed as she again, dropped the bobby pin that had been in her hand onto the floor. With an aggravated huff, she bent down and snatched the black hair accessory up before going in again to try for the third time. It was like her hands were fighting against her to complete the hairstyle she was trying to pull off. Typically, the girl wouldn't have thought twice about her hair. Her go-to styles were to either leave it down or throw it up into a ponytail if it didn't agree with her on that particular day.

However, on her and Jimmie's adventure earlier, they had found out that the hotel was throwing a New Year's Eve party, and so she decided to at least try to make herself presentable. Besides, she never knew who she would meet at the party, anyway. She prayed the style managed to stay up.

Her parents would be attending the adult party while she and Jimmie would be attending the 'young adult' one hosted in the freestyle club four levels down. Her goal to sneak a little alcohol became a bit more complicated, but she wasn't going to let anything get in her way. She was confident that the adult party would hold alcohol of some sort, so she planned to at some time later that night, ease her way in and get some. She was determined with her foolhardy plan .

"Yes!"

The girl exhaled in relief as she finally got the bobby pin into the right place. Stepping back until she could see her whole body in the mirror, she smoothed her dark blue velvet dress down, feeling the smoothness under the palms of her hands and smiled. She actually felt good. Maybe taking the time to try and look good truly did pay off. She had then applied a touch of concealer on the few dark spots on top of her forehead that she thought would be noticeable by others, and some mascara and eyeliner, feeling it made her eyes pop.