Love doesn't exist?(N.H) {ON HOLD}

Chapter 28

(Paisley's pov)

I awoke to the horns of the train. The lights were still on, but I was the only one awake at the time. JJ and Bonnie were asleep against the the glass of the window.

I slowly slipped out of JJ's grip on my waist, and headed to the restroom. Washing my face, I looked into my eyes. They were dark, and dull. Looking like the light had been ripped out of them in my sleep.

I walked back to the booth after splashing some cold water in my face to fully wake myself up. Bonnie had moved her head from the window to being curled up in a ball like form. JJ was awake though.

"Why did you leave?" He asked

I slid into the boot, "I had to use the restroom,"I replied.

"Woah! Too much information!" He put his hands up. I play slapped is arm, finding the sarcasm.

"Why did you wake up?" I rose my eyebrow.

"I got cold. You keep me warm," he responded.

"Attention passengers, we are ariving at grand central station. Please gather your things and reamain near your seats until we stop," the train attendant anounced.

I got up and woke Bonnie. We took our things out of the compartment and headed towards the front to exit onto the platform.

The station was huge. Chandeliers hung from the ceiling everywhere. The food court was amazing. As we exited to the station, we hailed a cab to take us to the hotel we were staying at. That was also payed for by Momma and the rest of the family.

As we arived at the hotel, I looked out the window to see the beautiful scenery that the location is in.

"You are in rooms 309 and 310, Enjoy your stay," the woman at the front desk said with a slight smile.

Bonnie, JJ, and I went up to our room. They weren't huge, but enough for the time we are here. JJ had his own room. Obviously.

Once Bonnie and I had our stuff settled in, we went to see if JJ was ready to head out and explore.

"You ladies ready to become New Yorker's for a week?" he asked.

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Bonnie, JJ and I roamed the busy street of New York before we came upon a tattoo parlor.

"What a better time to get those tattoos we've been wanting than now," Bonnie looked at me.

"I-I don't know..." I hesitated, "I mean do we even have the money?" I asked.

"Look in your bag," Bonnie had a horrible poker face.

I searched through my bag, only finding things I knew were in there. My brush. Light make-up supplies, perfume, an envelope, and my wallet. Wait! An envelope?! When did that get in there? Pulling the envelope out of my bag, we went in side the parlore. I didn't want strangers seeing me open it

It read: To Paisley Bringer. From David Bringer

My dad sent me something? Why the hell would he do that?

I opened it all the way to have money spill out. Luckily, Bonnie cough the money before it hit the ground.

"How much is it?" I questioned as she Fanned it out.

"1,2,3,4....10,11,12,13,14,....15 hundred dollars," all of our mouths dropped.

"Why would my father sent me all this money?" I whispered not knowing if the people there were listening.