(Vicky POV. Cos I am so cool (; ....I wrote you the best thing ever. Lolz)
I was sat in the lobby of the hotel when I saw Claire. Then I hit my head and passed out. That’s what I get for getting too excited, I guess. I woke up, rubbing my head, in the seat I was sat in, like nothing had happened. She had gone, too. I looked around and she wasn’t anywhere. Some employee was sat next to me, asking if I was okay in their American accent and whatnot. I looked at him and took my bag out of his hands. ‘He better not of stolen anything’ was my first thought.
”Thank you, I’m fine” I said, my British accent making it clear I wasn’t from around here. Id caught a plane to Los Angeles airport with some money I kind of took from my parents and got a taxi (See, British, It’s a cab, numb nuts) down to… some place or other. I got up to look around, but she had really just disappeared. Like, Poof! I went over to the desk and waited. I rang the bell twice before anybody showed up, which I thought was brilliant, because the person who did waltz in was some gay guy in a suit. I grinned at him, trying not to laugh at his tie, which was pink with the letter S on it. I wondered what it stood for, when he fumbled with a few pieces of paper and then dramatically placed his hands on the desk.
”Thank you, I’m fine” I said, my British accent making it clear I wasn’t from around here. Id caught a plane to Los Angeles airport with some money I kind of took from my parents and got a taxi (See, British, It’s a cab, numb nuts) down to… some place or other. I got up to look around, but she had really just disappeared. Like, Poof! I went over to the desk and waited. I rang the bell twice before anybody showed up, which I thought was brilliant, because the person who did waltz in was some gay guy in a suit. I grinned at him, trying not to laugh at his tie, which was pink with the letter S on it. I wondered what it stood for, when he fumbled with a few pieces of paper and then dramatically placed his hands on the desk.
“Hello and how may I help yoooou?” He practically sung, which didn’t help with the fact I wanted to roll on the floor laughing my arse off (ROFLMAO) at him.
“Urrr, I’m looking for some people?” I was thrown off by the hair flick he had done just as I was about to speak. You can’t flick your hair like that if you have no hair!?
”You don’t sound too sure about that, girlfriend”
”You don’t sound too sure about that, girlfriend”
“Hello, My name is Alice and I would like to know if you have any of the following people staying at your hotel, as it is very important,” I faked, taking a blank notepad out of my bag and looking at it. “Ashley Greene?” I looked up at him and he checked his computer before grinning at me.
“Nope, sorry ma’am, He isn’t a guest.” I frowned at him.
”Ashley is a girl, Sir.”
”I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to offe-“
”Ashley is a girl, Sir.”
”I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to offe-“
“No matter. Jackson Rathbone?” I stared at him, trying to hide my excitement as he typed in a few things on the computer. He shook his head.
“Im afraid not, anybody else?”
”…….. By any chance is Taylor … L…. staying at this hotel?” I asked, even though I didn’t plan on asking. Once again, the kind gay man punched in a few things on the keyboard and then looked at me.
”There is a Taylor Lauders staying in this hotel…” He said, giving me a weird look. Oh, as if it wasn’t obvious, it was Taylor freaking Lautner! No wonder Claire was here. Unless she didn’t know…
”Uhum, Ma’am”
”Oh, Sorry, I was just wondering if that was the right Taylor or not. And, do You have any Claire’s booked at all?,” I asked, grinning like a crazy women, and slightly surprised I hadn’t been thrown out yet for stalking. “Last name Fisher?” I added, as he clicked and searched for the last time on the computer.
”…….. By any chance is Taylor … L…. staying at this hotel?” I asked, even though I didn’t plan on asking. Once again, the kind gay man punched in a few things on the keyboard and then looked at me.
”There is a Taylor Lauders staying in this hotel…” He said, giving me a weird look. Oh, as if it wasn’t obvious, it was Taylor freaking Lautner! No wonder Claire was here. Unless she didn’t know…
”Uhum, Ma’am”
”Oh, Sorry, I was just wondering if that was the right Taylor or not. And, do You have any Claire’s booked at all?,” I asked, grinning like a crazy women, and slightly surprised I hadn’t been thrown out yet for stalking. “Last name Fisher?” I added, as he clicked and searched for the last time on the computer.
“Ah, yes. She just arrived around half an hour ago” He smiled at me. I was knocked out for half an hour? Im just that cool I guess.
“Room number…?” I asked, getting a little bored with this now.
“Room…106… Or does that say room 108?” He said, staring at the screen intensely. Like I said, I was surprised I hadn’t been throw out, because I leant over, with a loud and exasperated sigh, and turned the computer screen around so I could see.
”Its 108, Thank you” I said, jumping down off the desk and walking up the stairs grinning again. He still had his last search up, and I chuckled evilly in my head. I found room 108 pretty easy and knocked on it. I was waiting for a few seconds before I heard someone inside, falling around or something. I knocked again.
”Hello… Urm… Room service?” I said through the door, trying not to giggle. I put my bag down next to the door and knocked again when it went quite.
”Clairey Beary, I swear if you don’t open this door, I will throw a paddy right here in the middle of the hallway… with everyone .. staring?” I said, looking around seeing nobody around.
”Damn” I muttered, and then the door flew open. Claire stood there staring at me, slightly frowning in confusion, I guess. I opened my arms, still grinning like a madman.
”Give Ole Vicky a hug!” I laughed a little and walked towards her for a big hug. Surprisingly enough, Claire hugged me back and then, letting go, screamed in my ear.
”Its 108, Thank you” I said, jumping down off the desk and walking up the stairs grinning again. He still had his last search up, and I chuckled evilly in my head. I found room 108 pretty easy and knocked on it. I was waiting for a few seconds before I heard someone inside, falling around or something. I knocked again.
”Hello… Urm… Room service?” I said through the door, trying not to giggle. I put my bag down next to the door and knocked again when it went quite.
”Clairey Beary, I swear if you don’t open this door, I will throw a paddy right here in the middle of the hallway… with everyone .. staring?” I said, looking around seeing nobody around.
”Damn” I muttered, and then the door flew open. Claire stood there staring at me, slightly frowning in confusion, I guess. I opened my arms, still grinning like a madman.
”Give Ole Vicky a hug!” I laughed a little and walked towards her for a big hug. Surprisingly enough, Claire hugged me back and then, letting go, screamed in my ear.
“Okay….Ooww!” I said, putting my finger in my ear like you do.
”What are you doing here!?” She giggled.
”What are you doing here!?” She giggled.
I went to turn as I said “Fine, Ill just leave” but stayed where I was and giggled with her.
Instead of answering her question I just lowered my voice and said “You’ll never guess who’s staying in room 110.” oxoxoxoxoxoxo Squidgy hugs and sloppy kisses :P Love you Clairey Beary <3
