I totally ship London and Cody, so here goes nothing.
R&R!
For those of you who don't know, that means Rest and Relax. So, by all means, sit back and have a cookie as you read my crap.
JK! R&R means Read and Review. Do that. I'm begging.
I don't own Suite Life. Surprised? I know.
Rated M for... mature content. Expect angst, sexual intercourse, language... you know, the usual mature content.
Enjoy!
Someone knocked on the door, causing the beautiful London Tipton to turn from her jewelry with a giant grin plastered across her face. "Come in!" she called.
The door opened to reveal Mr. Moseby. "London," he greeted as he walked into her cabin. "I have wonderful news!"
London's smile grew even bigger as she squealed "Bailey tripped on her giant feet and fell off the boat?"
"Better!" Mr. Moseby replied, frowning slightly. But his grin returned as he announced, "Mr. Tipton is coming to the ship this afternoon!"
London rolled her eyes and grumbled. "What's the matter?" Mr. Moseby asked, concerned. "Aren't you excited to see your father?"
"I'm not going to see Daddy," London said simply. "He won't come."
Mr. Moseby sighed. "Look, I know your father has disappointed you in the past, but have a little faith. I'm certain he'll show up this time."
"Whatever," London said. The smile she had boasted when Mr. Moseby first appeared no longer graced her beautiful face.
"I'm on my way to the sky deck," London continued. "I heard Lady Gaga is on the boat, and the two of us need to talk fashion."
"But what about your father? He's going to be here in thirty minutes and you need to be ready to greet him," Mr. Moseby said, following London out the door.
London sighed heavily and turned around to face Mr. Moseby. "Look," she said, "if it'll make you happy, I'll wait for Daddy for thirty minutes. If he isn't here by then, he's not coming at all." With that said, London turned and marched off.
When she reached the sky deck, her jaw dropped. What she was seeing could not be real. Zack was working. Not just standing behind the juice bar talking to people, but actually making smoothies.
Zack wasn't the only employee with a new found work ethic. All around the sky deck, men and women with Tipton name tags were bustling about, getting ready for the arrival of the ship's namesake.
London decided to order a smoothie while she waited until her father was supposed to arrive. She walked over to the juice bar and took a seat next to Woody.
"What can I get you, London?" Zack asked with a giant, completely fake smile. Actually working was apparently putting Zack into a foul mood.
London immediately commanded, "Get me a decaf vanilla cream latte with chocolate chips, but hold the whipped cream. Oh, and make a smiley face with the chocolate chips!"
"We don't sell coffee," Zack said, losing his smile despite himself. London just starred at Zack with a blank expression. He sighed and said, "Coming right up."
He put water in a cup and handed it to her. She starred at it for a moment and then said, "Just the way I like it!" and handed Zack a hundred dollar bill.
Just then the sound of a helicopter caused London to look up. "He's actually here?" she said out loud, excitedly jumping up.
However, the helicopter did not land. London watched as a ladder was let down and one man in a black suit climbed down.
The man straightened his jacket and approached London, handing her a small box wrapped in gold paper. He smiled at her from behind his huge black sunglasses and pronounced, "Mr. Tipton regrets he is unable to be here today. Something came up in China. He has given you this in atonement."
"It's fine, thank you," London said, taking the gift. Mr. Moseby looked positively mortified.
The man ascended the ladder and the helicopter flew away shortly thereafter.
London sighed deeply and walked off the sky deck. Mr. Moseby hurried after her.
Just a few minutes later, Cody hurried onto the sky deck. He looked around frantically as if he was searching for something. Eventually he came to the juice bar.
"Zack, where's Mr. Tipton?" Cody asked his brother. Zack replied, "He didn't show up."
"This is terrible!" Cody exclaimed. "London must be crushed. I'm going to go talk to her."
While Cody was on the sky deck with his brother, Mr. Moseby followed London into her cabin.
"Told you he wouldn't come. I was right. Yay me!" London gloated.
Mr. Moseby was baffled. "You're not upset?" he asked incredulously. London shook her head. "I'm used to Daddy not showing up."
Mr. Moseby really wanted to be there for London, but she seemed to have control over her emotions. Maybe she simply didn't need him. Mr. Moseby took a deep breath. London was growing up.
"I'm very sorry your father was unable to make it, but I'm glad you're not too upset," he told the young woman standing in front of him. "I have a shuffle board match to referee, but if you need me, let me know. I'm so proud of you."
London smiled in acknowledgement and Mr. Moseby left the room.
When the door was closed, London leaned against the wall and slid down to the floor. Her aching sobs filled the room.
It certainly wasn't the first time she had been stood up by her own father, but it still hurt. London tried to be thankful for the people in her life who loved her, but she couldn't help feeling sad that her father prioritized business before his own daughter.
The door opened and London looked up.
R&R! Please.