I Found You, Something Told Me To Stay.
When Hope Begins To Fade.
Ariel's Point Of View:
"We're fucking here, bitches!" Ashlee laughed taking her big sunglasses off, putting the car into park, and pulling the emergency brake. She turned to us, a smug look on her face.
"Ash, this isn't L.A.," Destinee snapped, pulling her long pink hair into a pony tail and, squirming in her seat looking for her GPS.
"Yeah, no shit, Des, we're in Huntington! Let's get shit-faced and grab us some guys," Ashlee squealed, opening the door to her car and stepping out, "But first, this is our hotel. We'll just stay the night here. I'm sick of driving,"
Destinee and I looked up at the glamorous looking hotel, and turned to each other, smiling widely. I couldn't wait to get drunk, and let loose. It would be the first time in years. I might as well get a guy too, 'cause God knows I need to get a replacement for Justin.
We unloaded only our essential accessories for our overnight stay, and checked in at the front desk. Ashlee whipped out her dad's Platinum American Express card, and we instantly got access to the nicest suite, room 1000. It had three separate bedrooms in the actual room itself, a living room and a kitchen area. We each claimed a room, and set off to dress for the occasion. I settled for a simple black party dress, and a pair of silver high heels. Ashlee and Destinee, being twins (but with different colored hair) always ended up wearing similar outfits. Coming out of my room an hour later, I glanced at the clock, 7:28pm.
"Let's go babe," Destinee grinned, sticking her tongue out playfully and grabbing her sister's hand and my hand.
Matt's Point Of View:
"Matt, are you ready?" Brian's voice grunted through the tour bus' bathroom door. I hung my head, leaning my arms against the tiny white sink. I sighed, realizing I wasn't going to have a choice in doing this.
I didn't want to put myself out there again, only to get rejected. And even if I did put myself out there, how would I know if I was any good at it? I haven't had to woo a woman since I met Valary all those years ago, and I still didn't know how the hell I did that.
"Hello? Did you die?" Zacky said, his voice muffled. It sounded as if he pressed his face to the door.
"Gimme a minute, God damnit," I growled, then sighed again.
"No, we don't have a minute. We're here!" Zacky whined, pounding on the door.
I spun around, threw open the bathroom door, smacking Zacky right in the face.
"Oomph," Zacky groaned on contact, nursing the left side of his face, "That wasn't nice,"
"Let's go," I mumbled, pushing past everyone. It wouldn't hurt to get this over with. I would go get drunk, pass out in a booth, and wait until someone woke me saying it was time to go home. Maybe tonight would just be another drunken waste of time.
"We're fucking here, bitches!" Ashlee laughed taking her big sunglasses off, putting the car into park, and pulling the emergency brake. She turned to us, a smug look on her face.
"Ash, this isn't L.A.," Destinee snapped, pulling her long pink hair into a pony tail and, squirming in her seat looking for her GPS.
"Yeah, no shit, Des, we're in Huntington! Let's get shit-faced and grab us some guys," Ashlee squealed, opening the door to her car and stepping out, "But first, this is our hotel. We'll just stay the night here. I'm sick of driving,"
Destinee and I looked up at the glamorous looking hotel, and turned to each other, smiling widely. I couldn't wait to get drunk, and let loose. It would be the first time in years. I might as well get a guy too, 'cause God knows I need to get a replacement for Justin.
We unloaded only our essential accessories for our overnight stay, and checked in at the front desk. Ashlee whipped out her dad's Platinum American Express card, and we instantly got access to the nicest suite, room 1000. It had three separate bedrooms in the actual room itself, a living room and a kitchen area. We each claimed a room, and set off to dress for the occasion. I settled for a simple black party dress, and a pair of silver high heels. Ashlee and Destinee, being twins (but with different colored hair) always ended up wearing similar outfits. Coming out of my room an hour later, I glanced at the clock, 7:28pm.
"Let's go babe," Destinee grinned, sticking her tongue out playfully and grabbing her sister's hand and my hand.
Matt's Point Of View:
"Matt, are you ready?" Brian's voice grunted through the tour bus' bathroom door. I hung my head, leaning my arms against the tiny white sink. I sighed, realizing I wasn't going to have a choice in doing this.
I didn't want to put myself out there again, only to get rejected. And even if I did put myself out there, how would I know if I was any good at it? I haven't had to woo a woman since I met Valary all those years ago, and I still didn't know how the hell I did that.
"Hello? Did you die?" Zacky said, his voice muffled. It sounded as if he pressed his face to the door.
"Gimme a minute, God damnit," I growled, then sighed again.
"No, we don't have a minute. We're here!" Zacky whined, pounding on the door.
I spun around, threw open the bathroom door, smacking Zacky right in the face.
"Oomph," Zacky groaned on contact, nursing the left side of his face, "That wasn't nice,"
"Let's go," I mumbled, pushing past everyone. It wouldn't hurt to get this over with. I would go get drunk, pass out in a booth, and wait until someone woke me saying it was time to go home. Maybe tonight would just be another drunken waste of time.
4/18/13