Kirsty eventually agreed and brought plane tickets for the day before, because I just couldn't wait any longer to get out there! I had been texting and calling Tasha and the rest of the other Girls all week to ask them what they were up to.
I didn't mean to-not really-but they had been there for all week, and I was stuck in England, not knowing if they were with just Kellan and Jackson or with Rob too. They said they weren't, but god…I couldn't wait to see him.
Mum understood; she was back a couple days before we were due to leave, so I had plenty of time to say my goodbyes. And for the last two days, I forced myself to turn my mobile off-whether they were with Rob or not-and watch a film with my Mum at my house; making the most of our time together.
And the last night before I was due to leave; Jake even came round with Clara and we had a sleepover, provided with plenty of alcohol. We had a laugh, and I knew for a fact that I would so badly miss them.
But Kirsty was getting dropped to the airport early the next morning by her Parents, and I was getting dropped off by Jake. He slept round my house in the spare room, because my Mum was working the next morning, and I wanted him to drop me at the airport.
He was like my Brother, and I absolutely loved this Guy. I would miss him so much when I left for LA. But I still knew for a fact that I was doing the right thing. It felt like I was doing the right thing.
We started our journey at five in pitch darkness, as Jake drove to the airport in the bitter, November winter coldness. I had on a jumper and a big, furred coat, with gloves to match because England was freezing at nighttime, especially in the middle of winter.
Jake had gone to bed early that night, thank god, just so that he could make this journey with me, because he wanted to spend my last moments in England with me, bless him. I would be back soon though; both for his wedding and for Christmas too. That was something to look forward too.
He still kept yawning on the way there though, which made me worried about him. ''You alright there, Jake?'' I asked him as I warmed up my hands again. Luckily, the heater was on already. Nice and warm.
''Sure, I'm fine.'' He agreed casually, shrugging his shoulders. I sighed in response, catching him doing it because I knew that meant that he was tired. He always downplayed it.
''You know that you didn't have to drop me to the airport if you didn't want to. We had a great time last night anyway, and…well, you look pretty tired. And you shouldn't drive when you're tired.'' I warned him anxiously.
''I'm fine; I got my nine hours sleep, which is probably why I feel so tired for. I cant handle having more sleep than less.'' He admitted truthfully. He was weird like that and he could handle a lack of sleep more than most people.
''Oh, well…I really appreciate you dropping me off like this. I'll miss you, big Brother.'' I joked playfully. He grinned in response, keeping his speed as we drove down the highway; getting closer and closer to the airport.
''I'll miss you too, little Sis. As in really miss you…I do love you, you know that?'' He had never really called me his little Sis before, so…I was happy when he confirmed it to me.
''I love you too, of course. You mean the world to me…and it doesn't matter that we're not connected through blood. You'll always be my Brother through our friendship.'' I reminded him, as though he wouldn't know.
''I know…and you'll just have to write to me, and ring me everyday too.'' He threw me a grin as he said it. I rolled my eyes, groaning in response to writing letters. God, as if I would write letters when I had emails and computers to use!
''I'll be sending you emails, not writing you letters.'' I disagreed sourly, making him laugh in response.
''Okay then…do you want to get a bit of sleep? Its just that…I thought you'd be a bit tired, that's all. I'll wake you up when we near the airport if you want?'' He suggested kindly.
''No, that's okay. I'll sleep on the plane; I'd rather make the most of the hour that I have speaking to you.'' I admitted, smiling at him. He grinned back, delighted with my reply even though I knew he had just been trying to be nice about the sleeping.
'''K, if you're sure?'' He checked.
''Yep, I want to spend my last hour in England properly with you.'' I promised him truthfully.
We talked for ages, talking about nothing in particular. It was mostly us just joking around and things, but I still had a good time with Jake. It was nice to have a really good talk with him, like how I knew that I could.
But eventually though, we pulled at the airport and although I didn't want to say goodbye to him yet…I really wanted to get to LA and see Rob. He had agreed to see me after all, and I was sure that I would meet him, even if it was just once.
I pulled Jake quickly into a hug. ''Aww, I'll miss you!'' I whispered against his ear, kissing him gentle on the cheek. He sighed heavily in response; his well built arms wrapping tighter around me.
''Not as much as I'll miss you.'' He whispered, kissing me on my cheek too. I smiled, and played with the back of his dark hair gingerly; not really wanting him to pull away from me, or me pull away from yet.
But I knew that I had to.
''But I'll text you when I get there, and I'll ring you tomorrow morning to tell you how my first night there went, okay?'' I promised him, kissing him once more on his cheek and pulling away.
''Okay…well…have a safe flight, and I'll speak to you later.'' He forced himself to agree; pulling my heavy suitcase on the airport steps easily because of how worked out he was.
I smiled. ''You will. Thanks.'' I said as I took the suitcase from him. I kissed him once more on the cheek and grinned at him before forcing myself to walk over to Kirsty; who was waiting next to the airport doors.
''Hey.'' I grinned at her excitedly.
''Hey. Are you excited?'' She asked me, probably noticing that I was. I laughed in response, jumping once on the spot. I was so excited, I could have actually screamed my head off.
But I decided not…just incase I got weird looks off of people walking about the London airport.
''Hell yes! As in soooo excited!'' I told her, making her laugh. It didn't matter that it was eight in the morning; I was ready to get over there and party! I laughed with her before turning back to Jacob and waving at him.
He waved back, before watching me and Kirsty walk into the airport together. We chatted busily about what it would be like in LA, as we waited for the airplane to board after we had checked in.
We got onto the flight, and I still kept talking about Rob and how excited I was to finally be getting to meet him, which made Kirsty roll her eyes a few times in response. But I couldn't help it!
''I cant believe it though…I mean do you even know how hard its been for me to stay in England while the Girls are with my sex god…I mean, they could be with him right now!'' I told her, gasping in shock as I thought about it.
She laughed. ''Bless; well, at least you're going to get to see him soon.'' She reminded me, which only made me feel even more nervous. I was nervous anyway, but she was right…when I see him…oh lord…it will be the best night of my life, tonight!
But I couldn't help but keep saying it over and over on the plane, even when I tried to shut up about it. Kirsty kept rolling her eyes at me in response, huffing when I kept repeating it.
''Yes, I know.'' She replied as I smiled at her apologetically. She grinned back at me before rolling her eyes again.
I went to sleep for most of the eight hour flight, waking up thirty minutes or so before we got there. I kept going on about the Girls being with Rob, and I knew that I was annoying Kirsty, but…well, I was really trying hard not to; really, I was.
But when we got out of the flight, I went to the bathroom in the airport to go and get changed because even just in my baggy jeans and loose top; I felt far too hot. It was boiling in LA, at four in the afternoon!
I put on a bohemian-styled, white dress with pretty, purple flowers rimming the bottom of the strappy dress. I put on some white flip flops to match, and walked out of the bathroom to meet Kirsty who had changed into some jean shorts and loose top.
''You look nice.'' She complimented me.
I grinned at her in response. ''Thanks, so do you.'' I replied because it was true. She looked cool, now that she had changed too.
''So ready to go meet the Girls at the house? I've got the address ready.'' She promised me.
''Yes, let's go. The sooner that we get there, the quicker I can get to asking questions about Rob!'' I told her, rushing ahead of Kirsty. She sighed and forced herself to follow me.
We got a taxi, and headed to the house; my nerves kicking in the closer that we got. It was only a ten minute drive, and as we stopped in front of the house…I just couldn't believe my eyes.
I walked into the hallway, gasping in shock as I took in the beauty of the house. It was more nice than the outside of the house, if that was possible. There was black and white tiles on the floor, probably from here when they moved in.
The stairway was on the right of this small hallway, and was a beautiful spiral staircase which were painted in white and had a dark wooden staircase to hold onto when you walked up the stairs.
There was a few white doors that lead into different rooms and a small table stood next to the stairs, with a lamp and phone based on it. We put our suitcases down, just in time to hear their voices trailing in from the front door.
I turned around and pressed my arms across my chest stubbornly, waiting for them to get into the door, so that I could ask them what they had been up to. Tasha walked in first, with Rachael behind her; laughing until they saw me.
Tasha smiled at me apologetically.
''And where have you been?'' I asked them, watching Rachael roll her eyes in response. And then something came to me…I knew where they had been alright! ''You've seen Rob again, haven't you?'' I asked them, because I had worked it out.
''Oh, that's a nice welcome, don't you think , Tasha?'' Rachael huffed. ''Where have you been?'' She asked me back, doing a poor impression of my voice. I rolled my eyes in response, because she should have expected this.
How was I supposed to stay calm when they had been with my sex god, and I had to stay in England, freaking out like I was?
''Sorry, but you don't know how hard its been for me to stay in England, knowing your talking and seeing my sex god!'' I admitted because it was true. I didn't mean to keep pestering them with questions, but I was in Europe still with them over here.
''God, don't I know it!'' Kirsty complained besides me. ''I've had it all the way here and back home!'' She added making Rachael and Tasha laugh in response. I didn't laugh; I was struggling not to pout at her actually.
I didn't think that I was that bad…surely not?
''I wasn't that bad, was I?'' I asked her, slightly unsure because I didn't actually know what answer I was going to get back from her now. I hoped I hadn't been too annoying on the journey here.
''Bad is not the word, Charlie! Calling and texting me…asking if I've heard from the Girls!'' She complained. I blushed in response, feeling proper guilty about it now, when she said it like that.
''Okay…I was bad…but come on; its Robert Pattinson that we're talking about here!'' I admitted sheepishly; still bright red. I looked back at Tasha, needing to know some answers.
''Now Girls…what was he wearing; tell all!'' I asked, needing to know so badly. I wanted to know every single detail about him that I could get my hands on. Because I was just so excited to see him tonight or whenever I would.
''Oh come on! Let us get in first…and anyway, why don't you choose a room and then we'll tell you?'' Rachael asked me, walking into one of the rooms, which looked from the kitchen from here.
I huffed in response, watching Kirsty walk up the stairs. I turned to Tasha then, needing to know something!
''Tasha…what did he look like?'' I tried to say it in an ultra-sweet voice, because I needed to know! I just wanted a few details after all; it wasn't that much to ask for. Just to know what he was wearing.
''I'll tell you when you come back down…and I'll give you the paper towel with your message on it. Now go!'' She smiled, as I groaned in response to her pushing me to the stairs. I sighed and walked up the spiral staircase, heading past the bedrooms that were shut.
There was a bedroom opened at the far end of the small-ish hallway, and I opened it and screamed. This must have been my bedroom, but oh my god!!! It looked amazing; as in really amazing!
It had a wooden panel behind the bed, and the floor was a light, cream marble pattern to match the headboard behind the double bed. And the bed…wow. I had to have a double bed, because I hated single beds!
But it looked more like a king size bed, with a wooden paneling underneath to support the bed. It had a white lamp on the small, bedside table which was also wooden to match the wall behind the bed and the cupboards at the side of room as well as the drawers sat opposite my bed.
There was a cream rug on one side of the bed and a clear view out to the beach next to the wardrobes with blinds to close the door out if I wanted to. And there was even a balcony for me to go on!
Small, but still awesome with a small, spa bath at the side of the small balcony for me to step out on to. I walked into the bathroom which was combined with the bedroom and gasped again.
It was so beautiful, with two red chairs at the side of the room for me to sit and do my make up on in front of small, round mirrors. Underneath was a red rug, as red as roses, to match the wall besides the bath tub.
That was small, but it was really pretty, with a marble step going up to the bath which was white and a large tub and a headrest to rest your head back on. As I walked into the bathroom too there was another red wall, with a hippie, sixties flowered design which I loved, being sixties oriented, myself.
And at the far side of the room, was my shower, mostly covered by the red marble finish going around the shower, and the glass door.
I took one last look at my bathroom before I raced out my bedroom again, and down the stairs. I ran through the hallway and raced into the kitchen, taking the beautiful kitchen in as I raced into the door.
The kitchen was kinda small I guess, but it was still really nice. The kitchen counter looked ultra modern, with a silver board lining around the spiral counter. There had a vase of flowers on the side, next to the hobs.
There was two stools sat in front of the counter, and behind the modern kitchen was a light-framed, white wooden door with a grey fridge stood next to the doors.
I sat down next to Rachael and grinned at Tasha across the counter. ''Well come on…tell all!'' I asked her, folding my arms across my chest eagerly. My toes were tingling for answers that I needed to hear.
''What is there to tell?'' She asked me back, rolling her eyes at me in response. There was everything to tell as far as I was concerned; I wanted to know everything about what they knew about Rob from when they had met him.
''What have you got to tell me, more like. Oh come on, please! I'm dying here!'' I complained, groaning. I needed to know everything about Rob; what he looked like, what he was saying and even my note that I was supposed to be getting from Tasha.
''Well…why don't you just go back upstairs and get ready to go clubbing…and see what Rob is wearing tonight…is that you what you want?'' Rachael asked me, smiling. I gasped in shock, screaming before I could stop myself.
Rachael rolled her eyes at me in response. ''God Charlie, breathe! You haven't even seen him yet!'' She reminded me, pouring me a glass of WKD to calm me down. I took a deep breathe, like she requested, which helped a little bit.
''Well, that's not the point…and I've got to look good!'' I grinned at Rachael as she handed me the glass of blue WKD.
''Why don't you have a drink first…it will be better and it will calm you down too. Call Kirsty and see if she wants one.'' Rachael asked me. I nodded, and put my drink back down on the table.
I called her downstairs and she followed me into the hallway. I sat down and picked my glass of WKD up again, drinking it back quickly and accepting Rachael's offer to pour me another glassful for me.
I drank the glass of WKD up again, but…well, I really wanted to go and get ready for clubbing tonight. I had to look good
''Can we go and get ready now, Rach?'' I asked her, smiling sheepishly at her in response. I didn't mean to ask, but…well, I just really wanted to go and get ready and look really pretty for when I saw lover tonight.
''After you've drunk that drink!'' She told me, giving me one last glass of WKD. I sighed in response, but I downed it in one again; feeling the alcohol starting to get to me now. Good, I liked it when I was a little tipsy; I would be more braver then when I met my lover tonight…and I knew that I would now.
I had a good feeling about tonight.
I followed Rachael into the hallway again and up the spiral stairs, with her talking to me about how pretty that I was going to look after she was finished with her makeover that she had planned for me.
She walked me to her bedroom and shut the door behind me. She handed me a folded up dress and some underwear too, along with shampoo, conditioner and stuff like that before shoving me in the bathroom.
''Right…you just concentrate on washing your hair properly and I'll do the rest. And I promise you now; you will look absolutely stunning tonight!'' She promised me, grinning.
I smiled back, happily. I could get out of these clothes actually, because although it was a dress and was kinda short; the weather was so hot in LA, and I wasn't at all, quite used to it yet.
She shut the door behind her and let me get in the shower and wash my hair ready for tonight; the nerves kicking in my stomach; just like warm, fluttering butterflies flying around in me.
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