Distance

Distance

I look out the plane window, into the darkness that was London. I still couldn't believe my friend, Christina, flew all of us to London for her birthday.

Fifteen year old Christina was always described as beautiful. Since we were younger the adults would tell her she would grow up to be very attractive. And they were right. With straight blonde hair, just brushing her shoulders, she liked to wear it in a high ponytail. She had high cheekbones, big brown eyes and perfect skin every girl would kill for. And, of course, a winning smile that made every boy fall in love with her. That, and her slim frame.

Since we left in the morning, we arrived in London at midnight. And it was a long trip. I just couldn't wait to flop on Christina's guest room bed.

Christina's family was rich, one of the richest in London, so that's how they could afford to send six teenage girls from Malaysia to London for the weekend. Their house was really big, it has two master bedrooms, three guest rooms, and five and a half bathrooms. They have a music room, a dance room, library, ballroom and I'm pretty sure a secret room somewhere.

After we collect our luggage, we walk out to the terminal to meet Christina. Alicia immediately rush towards her and hugged her best friend as tightly as she could.

"Oh, my God! I missed you guys so much!" she squealed, hugging each of us.

"Happy birthday, Chrissy!" I say, hugging back.

"We missed you!" Isabelle, my best friend, said.

"Oh, my God! You're so tall!" Nicole said.

"Heels," Christina gestured to her feet, sparkling ruby heels, just like the one from Wizard of Oz, only not slippers.

"Sparkly!" Kelly said.

"As much as I've missed you, Chrissy, I'm so tired. Can we go?" Hannah said, yawning.

Christina giggled. "Sure, come on," she lead us outside to her family car.

Almost immediately, Hannah fell asleep once she sat down in the car. We all giggled. However, one by one we fell asleep on the way to Christina's house.

Once we reached her house, we stumble our way to our designated rooms, Christina, Alicia and Kelly in Christina's room, Hannah and Nicole in one guest room and Isabelle and I in the other. We don't bother changing into our pajamas before flopping on the beds.

• • •

The next morning was a beautifully bright one. I woke up at about seven in the morning to the sound of my phone ringing.

"Hello?" I say, my voice husky from sleep.

"Jamie?"

"Adam? Why are you calling me so early?" Well it is early in London. Besides, how did Adam, my boyfriend, get international calls?

"It's one in the afternoon," he said slowly, "Anyway, wanna hang out?"

Honestly, I don't know what I found attractive about Adam, he's completely clueless about everything. If we were in a horror movie, he would die first.

"Adam, I'm in London for the weekend, remember?"

"You are?"

"Bye, Adam," I say before hanging up. Since there was no way for me to go back to sleep thanks to Adam, I got out of bed and stretched.

I rummaged my luggage for my sleeping robe and put it on. I carefully open the door to make sure not to wake Isabelle and go down to the kitchen.

I walked in quietly, and grabbed a glass of water, my mother taught me to always drink water after you wake up in the morning and to this day I have no idea what it means.