I laughed aloud with four very sweaty guys in a band called The Addiction after a concert. One was sitting in the driver's seat, Chip was his name. He's the drummer of the band. His blonde hair was damp and drooping. In the passenger seat was Alex, whose black long hair was tangled and messy in his green eyes. Next to me were two brothers, Chase and Cooper. They were twins and the best bass/guitar players in the world. Their brown hair was almost the same, but Cooper liked to keep his at a length.
I wrapped my arms around my stomach in pain, "Ow, stop making me laugh."
"Sorry Summer, but it's a package deal when you travel with us," Alex chuckled.
"Best package deal ever," I said smugly.
"Come on guys; let's go back to the hostel. I'm super beat and sweaty," Cooper groaned.
The five of us have been staying in Las Vegas for the past couple of days. We had started out in Jamestown, Wyoming making our way slowly to Hollywood. I have an older brother over there living in a place called Palm Woods. Maybe you've heard of him? His name is Mitchell Reynolds; he's starred in 3 movies and is currently working on a TV show called Halfway There. The last time I heard from him in person was about three years ago. First thought my only brother was too busy to visit. Now I suspect that he doesn't care about his family anymore. So here I am, conveniently travelling with a band from back home to Hollywood. This was our last day in Vegas, the next morning we would get on back on the road. Last stop: Hollywood.
James POV:
It was your typical Tuesday here at Palm Woods. Kendall, Carlos, Logan, and I were lounging about in the lobby. We were honestly exhausted with all the practice Gustavo has been throwing at us. From early in the morning to mid day we would be at Rocque records, recording new songs and learning new steps. All this work is tiring; I just hope it doesn't affect my physic. I mean, have you seen me?
"I'm SO tired! And I'm hungry too," Carlos complained.
"So what, Jo and I barely have enough time for each other! What if we grow apart," Kendall said franticly. It was true. None of us have time for a social life. There was no time for girls to be swooning over me. At least I still had my mirror and lucky comb.
"Hey, don't be complaining. I'm behind on a lot of my assignments," Logan groaned from a chair.
"Well if I don't get some beauty rest I'm going to grow bags," I complained while sulking down into a chair.
"Come on James! Why can't you have real problems," Kendall chuckled a little.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah, make fun will you. But when your 45 and your hairline is receding don't come to me," I crossed my arms in a huff.
Just then we could hear the motor of a car sputter to a stop outside. There was giggling, shouting, and the distant sounds of goodbyes. I craned my neck to get a better look. The doors opened to reveal a tired looking girl with long, messy hair wearing a homemade shirt saying "The Addiction", ripped and worn jeans, converse that should have been thrown out years ago, and two heavy suitcases. No purse or fancy hair accessories. This made me feel immediately more feminine. This girl probably didn't care what she wore, but she makes up for it with a pretty face. She glanced our way and if I'm not wrong she winked…at me? I hope so!
She was now standing at the front desk. I couldn't quite hear the conversation but Mr. Bitters suddenly looked like he would jump off a cliff for her. He franticly handed her a set of keys and laughed nervously.
"So, let's go say hi to 'new girl'. What do you say guys," I asked all cheery.
Logan laughed and smirked at me, "James seriously, I don't think she's your type."
"Yeah, you're all fabulous and she looks all, anti-fabulous," Carlos added.
"It doesn't hurt to be polite and help a lady with her bags," I said while fixing my hair. I made my way over to the young woman waiting for the elevator.
"Hello my name is James Diamond. May I help you with your bags," I said with a wink.
The girl just crossed her arms and looked at me with tired eyes. "Hello James, I'm Summer, thank you for helping."
"It's no problem." Just in time the elevator dinged and opened up.
There was no brief moment of awkward silence. Summer got straight to the point.
"James you seem like one of those guys who likes to flirt with anything that breaths. I've been sitting in a van for almost 6 hours straight and will not tolerate your flirtatious ways right now. So right now you better just be trying to help a girl out."
I smiled at her boldness, "Of course. I'm only being a gentleman."
"Thank you," she whispered.
"But," I smiled, "it is odd how you resist my charms. Are you a lesbian or something?"
Summer lightly punched my arm as we stepped out of the elevator and onto the 6thrd floor. "Oh Pu-lease! Anyone with a brain and self respect could walk away from you. Besides I'm too excited to see my brother to be flirting."
"So you're saying I'll have a better chance tomorrow?"
I earned a threatening look and giggles. I made her laugh!
"So who is your brother anyways," I asked politely.
"No one too important, just another actor." Summer slowed to a stop in front of the door and fished keys out of her pocket. She opened the door to a simple apartment that gave off more of a masculine vibe. I set her suitcase down next to her other one and stared at the back of her head.
"Come on, just tell me who your brother is," I sighed.
"Fine. My brother's name is Mitchell Reynolds," Summer said nonchalantly.
My jaw dropped, "Mitchell Reynolds, star of three blockbuster movies, and hit TV show Halfway There is your brother?"
She sighed and crossed her arms like it was no big deal. Why was Mitchell Reynolds's little sister never mentioned in all of those interviews? Summer began to lightly push me out of the door.
"I'm sorry but you really should get going now. Maybe we'll hang out tomorrow or something. Bye James," Summer whispered in my ear before closing the door shut. I stood in the hallway looking like a fool staring at the door. Bye James, I liked the way my name rolled off my tongue. What a tease!
Summer POV:
I giggled on the leather couch facing a HUGE TV for about five minutes. This James guy sure was interesting. He had prettier hair then me, and better fashion sense. But did I care? Not really. I would like to trade my hair for his, I had to admit. How was it so shiny! I cleaned myself up a little after I found a bathroom smelling of toxic Axe fumes. I was a mess!
My hair looked like tumbleweed, my skin looked oily, my eyes looked exhausted, and worst of all I smelt like guy. It was a combination of sweat, Red Bull, and nachos. I don't know how James managed to flirt with me.
I made my way back to the couch and sat there. I wasn't sure when my brother would get here, but I was hoping it would be before I pass out. This was the most comfortable couch in the universe! Why can't they make beds like this? Soon enough I could hear keys jingle and perched up, ready for my grand entrance. What? Don't look at me like that, everyone needs a big entrance.
When the figure stepped inside I opened my mouth to speak, "Hi Mitchell. Miss me?"
I saw his face that looked so much more different than it did three years ago. He had the slightest 5'o'clock shadow, electrifying blue eyes, and the same wavy black hair I had, only shorter. He was in total shock. Of course he was.