Hey… I've been updating all in one day cuz I know that I will be too lazy to later. So please everyone review. You could even say that it sucks really badly and I should stop writing because well, if that's true then I shouldn't be wasting my time on this story and start from scratch again. So honestly, I don't care whether your review is an insult or a compliment, or just a hi or something, but please review, and give me ideas if there is something that you really want added in. kk, thnxzzz….
When we stepped off the plane into the cool, clean, airport, I pulled on my sweatshirt. Bex watched me disapprovingly and lead me toward the nearest restroom.
"Macey (my glamorous, diva, senators daughter roommate) packed us both changes of clothing in our carry-ons, and she told me to tell you that, quote, 'this is England we're talking about, cute just isn't going to cut it. You (ahem, we) have to look HAWT!' quote. So come on, we have to go change," Bex said with a sideways glance at me. "Besides, I peeked at the outfits, and they're totally cute,"
I sighed. There was just no use argueing with Bex. Although, if Macey picked it out of her closet…
Bex opened her carry-on as soon as we stepped inside the girls bathroom and shook out a gorgeous outfit. It's cold in England sometimes so Macey had picked out a pair of light-wash skinny jeans, black suede Steve Madden boots, a creamy short sleeve v-neck tee, and a black jacket that clung to Bexs skin. Even I thought it was cute.
In my carry-on there was a pair of gray footless tights, a dark denim skirt that went just a few inches above the knee, a gray longsleeve top, and a denim jacket. Oh, and there was a pair of navy low-top converse.
"Wow…" I didn't know Macey was capable of picking something out that wasn't over –the-top. Atleast, for me…
"I know right? Didn't I tell you that they were totally cute? Come on, change quickly, and Austin is outside waiting for us by the luggage claim," Bex replied.
I was all changed and ready when it occurred to me to ask who Austin was. "Bex, who-"
"who's Austin? Well, it took you long enough to ask… Austin is my family's chauffeur. Hes also kind of like my nanny or my babysitter when I was younger. He used to take care of me when my parents were away and none of my other family could take me in on short notice," Bex said.
"Cool.." I replied. Yes, very cool cammie.
We walked outside to baggace claim and I met Austin. He was in his mid to late 40's but looked in great shape for his age. His face was smooth except for a few alugh lines around his mouth and hazel eyes, giving him a kindly look. His blonde hair was not graying or silvering yet, and it was cut short into a style that told me that he took his job very seriously.
He was a perfect gentlemen to me, but I could tell that Bex was like his daughter, and he had long awaited her return. Lucky Bex, I found myself thinking, she's go two dads and I haven't even got one. Then, as soon as the thought had came and left, I felt revulsion at myself. This is my best friend! I'm supposed to be happy for her, not jealous of her! And I managed to remain thinking that way until we got to Bex's house.
Sorry, did I say house? I meant mansion. Seriously, her house was huge!!!
Bex dragged me straight upstairs, after greeting Mr. and Mrs. Baxter. They both looked like Bex, except Mrs. Baxter had brownish green eyes instead of chocolate.
"okay Cam, you have to close your eyes now, okay?" bex said excitedly. I obliged. "and heeeerrrrreeeee is your room!" she squealed.
"oh my…" I gasped.
