Story by Vickeh, my bestest bud=) Part 1!

(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.

“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”

“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-“

“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.

“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.

“Okay….Ooww!” I said, putting my finger in my ear like you do.
”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