“Who?” She said, suddenly intrigued and grinning. She started to walk backwards into the room as I walked forward, taking my bag with me.
”Well, I don’t know if I should tell you or not” I giggled and plopped down on the hotel rooms bed, which already had all of Claire's clothes sprawled across it.
”Tell me tell me tell me.” She said, poking my side and sitting next to me. I laughed and shook my head.
”Oh, you can’t do that. You can’t be all ‘Guess who’s staying two rooms over?’ and then not tell me, Vicky. And plus, you need to tell me a few other things.” She said, raising her eyebrow questioningly.
”I can, and I am. What other things did you want to know?” I said, grinning, knowing that I was probably bugging her by not telling her who was in room 110. She rolled her eyes and smiled at me.
”Liiikke. How are here? How did you know where I was?” She watched me as I thought about how to tell her. I shrugged.
“I'm here because I got a plane and a taxi-cab thing here. And I knew you were here because you told me in an email last week,” I laughed. “Durrr” I said, hitting her forehead lightly.
"Oh, whoops. So much going on with dance and everything right now, I guess I forgot" She giggled.
We ended up going down into the hotel restaurant before I told Claire anything about room 110. I was still suffering from a little jet lag and slight concussion, and Claire was hungry so we decided to go grab some grub. I sat picking on some bran muffin thing, curled up on the chair opposite Claire while she ate her lunch.
"I have a dance class in the auditorium this afternoon, will you tell me before or after about the mysterious room 110?" Claire giggled, looking at me and taking a swig of her ice tea.
"Both?" I leant back on the chair and grinned innocently.
"Come on, Vicky. You're torturing me here," She said, glancing and her watch. "Twenty minutes before class. Tell me?" She said, smiling sweetly.
"Well, Its a celebrity," I giggled. "but that's all i'm saying for now. You need to get changed for your class, Claireyyyy" I giggled, sliding my chair back and getting up. Claire got up to, with a slightly annoyed sigh which made me giggle, because I could tell she was rolling her eyes at me even though I wasn't looking at her as I skipped out of the restaurant and into the lobby. Claire took the stairs two at a time and I giggled, trying to do three, and failing epically. We got back to Claire's room and she was unlocking it when the door two rooms down clicked. I pushed Claire inside, laughing a little and closed the door. Claire laughed and looked at me.
"What was that about?" She said, going over to the bed picking up her dance clothes.
"You only have 10 minutes, Claire, I don't you being late" I grinned. I think she bought my lie, because she shrugged it off and went to the en-suite to get changed.
"Fast changer," I giggled when Claire came out into the bedroom, hair tied back neatly and with sweat pants (Well, I think they were just jogging bottoms, but American's and their jumbled vocab stuff) and a shirt. I looked at my watch "You took two minutes. I cant even do that." I followed her to the door, and the second she opened the door, I slipped out and looked around.
"Come on Claire, Do you even know where the auditorium is?" I said, distracting her and running down the stairs, giggling a little.
"Of course I do, Vicky. Silleh" She said, running with me, keeping up with my little ball of hyperness pretty well. We stopped running when we got to the lobby and walked down the hallway towards the auditorium, which turned out to be a gym with mirrors anyway. Go figure. I hugged Claire when we got to the door.
"Have fun, Clairey Beary. But not too much without me, 'kay?" I grinned and waved her off to her class before going back up to her room and standing outside, leaning against the door. I giggled, wondering how the hell I managed to do what I just did. I looked to the direction of room 110 and there he stood. I grinned to myself before calming myself down. 'Do it for Clairey Beary' I thought before walking over to him. I bent down, picked up the piece of paper at his feet.
"You dropped this, Here ya go" I said, smiling and handing him the piece of paper back, as he distractedly punched in some numbers in on his mobile phone.... I mean cell phone, right?
"oh, hey, thanks. I do kinda need that" He said, smiling and chuckling slightly. He took it from me and continued to punch in numbers to his phone. I stood there, kind of impatiently if i'm honest, waiting. He slide the paper and the cell phone into his pocket and then looked at me. I smiled.
"I'm Vicky, nice to meet you, I guess" I said offering him my hand for a nice friendly hand shake. He shook my hand.
"You a fan?" He smirked.
"Not really" I said, shaking my head and giggling a little. His facial expression was pretty priceless.
"Oh, okay. You're not going to kill me because you're not on my team though, right?" He said, chuckling again.
"I don't hate you, but I don't particularly like you." I giggled.
"You're a fan of the films, aren't you?" He said, chuckling because I used a quote from the most recent film.
"Meh, slightly," I giggled. "You should meet my friend Claire though, but she's at her dance class right now" He looked around and then back at me.
"I wanted to ditch my agent today anyway," he whispered, grinning at me. Most girls would have swooned or giggled nervously, but I just watched him with a slightly bored expression on my face. "Want to hang out with a celebrity?" He chuckled.
"You just want me to like you. Its not going to work, just to let you know. Ill be your friend though, 'kay?" I linked my arm with his and we walked down the hallway towards the lounge room. He chuckled and opened the door for me. I went and sat on the sofa. Couch, whatever.
"We have an hour or so until Claire finished, You should know I'm just going to set you two up," I laughed lightly. "I'm, cool like that."
We sat and talked about random things for about twenty minutes before some crazed teenaged girls noticed the celebrity sat next to me, who had now decided to sit rather close to me. They came over and screamed in my ear. I got up and looked at them. they must have been about eleven years old.
"Scurry along children, nothing to see here" I said, shooing them away. They gave me some serious evil glares and then tried to step around me. I smiled at them and then got down to business.
"Room numbers?" I asked them, folding my arms.
"What?" The taller one asked, staring at me evilly.
"He's kind of busy right now, we're discussing important photo shoot details for tomorrow, give me your room numbers and Ill send you some signed pictures, 'kay munchkins?"
"Room 85!" The shorter one squealed.
"Yeah, room 85, but," The taller one eyed me up. "Aren't you a little young to be organizing a photo shoot with Taylor Lautner?" She grinned when she said his name, which made me roll my eyes.
"I'm 17, and I'm British. I've finished school, numb nuts. Now, leave us alone or no signed pictures for you"
"Fine..." They walked away reluctantly, and I grinned to myself.
"I think I handled that pretty well, If I do say so myself" I plopped back on the couch, giggling.
"You should be my personal handler." Taylor said, chuckling.
"Is that like a P.a? Personal assistant Vicky?" I laughed. "You wish."
(To be continued ;) Lolz, Next part will be "The set up" -Chuckles evilly- Dont you just love me, Clairey Beary? Oh, I give you permission to blog this if you want, because Im not going to put it on mine because my friend would probs be all "Wtf?" and I cant fanfic it because its a real celeb. :P Sorry this email is so long, I guess I got carried away. Haha oxoxoxoxoxox Hugs and kisssseeessss)
