I woke up and rolled over resting my head on David's chest as he slept.
"Cassidie," his raspy voice rang through my ears.
"Yeah,"
"What time is it?"
I grabbed my phone from off the bedside table. I pressed the home button and read the time at the top.
"Three twenty,"
He groaned. "I have to get ready before five thirty,"
"Up up," I got up and ran my fingers through my hair, walking into the bathroom.
"Isabelle and I were going to go shopping," I grabbed my vans slipping them on.
"You'll be back for the show right?" I heard his heavy footsteps.
"Of course," I turned to him and placed a hand on his chest. "Wouldn't miss it," I lightly kissed him, grabbing my cardigan and purse from behind the door.
"Be good, love you,"
"Love you too babe," I grabbed a spare room key and went next door, lightly knocking.
"You'll be back in time right?" Kyle said as Isabelle opened the door.
"Of course, love you,"
"Love you too,"
She smiled and we walked to the elevator.
"Don't they trust us?"
She shrugged. "You would think."
The hotel we were staying at was humungous, they had four glass elevators and twenty floors. The inside was modern yet chic and had very neutral colours, universal for all seasons, right now fall like and cozy with dark browns and deep reds.
"Did you just sleep in your clothes?" She smoothed out some wrinkles in my shirt.
"Yeah, wasn't planning on it,"
The bellhop held the door open for us and we smiled thanking him.
"Did you hear Wes on the phone?"
Isabelle rolled her eyes, "how could you not? I'm telling you she's no good,"
"I know, he needs to learn that,"
The hotel was surrounded by little shops and cafes along with a House of Blues, where the boys will be performing.
"Do you remember when she flipped out over our pictures."
"Priceless," she says giggling.
"'Wesley! Who are these whores'"
"'Kimber, those aren't whores those are my friends'"
"'Girlfriends,'"
"'They should be,'"
"'Excuse me'"
We laughed.
"I swear that girl has some problems,"
"I've never seen her not mad at him about something."
"Not true, when they're shopping,"
"She ain't nothin' but a gold diggah,"
We walked into a Starbucks, being greeted by a piete blonde. "How may I help you?"
"Yes, I would like two grande gingerbread lattes-"
"Sweetheart, I can pay,"
"I insist,"
"Names?"
"Cassidie and Isabelle,"
I swiped my card and entered my pin.
"They'll be right up,"
We nod and go sit at one of the tables.
"Do you remember last year when Laddi and David broke the merch table and Henry just about killed them?"
I laughed. "I got yelled at for it. Henry was so pissed."
"I got dragged into it some how."
"It was be-"
"Zayna, Isabelle."
She got up and grabbed our drinks, handing me mine.
As we walked out I could hear girls laughing and whispering. I turned around to see them dressed in against the current and the downtown fiction.
"She's probably pregnant."
"Or fat."
I looked down at my drink and then to the trash. Taking a deep breath, I walked out of the cafe and onto the side walk next to Isabelle.
