Carlos P.O.V.
I was a store that I couldn't prounounce the name of. I couldn't read the labels on certain food and drinks and products that I needed. This wasn't going to be easy oh and to make it worse, the guys and I still had to practice singing and they didn't even have a clue I was gone, the employee's couldn't understand my English, and I missed out on 2 really hot girls. I was willing to make the sacrifice though, to me it seemed worth it
I searched for certain things
"Ah there are those wipes." I mumbled to myself
"Puis-je vous aider?" The lady employee said to me, I looked at her and turned my head confused out of my mind and felt the need to slap her to take out my anger because I couldn't read French, but I was a guy unfortunately I couldn't hit girls.
But I liked being a boy, don't get me wrong, I wouldn't want to have ehem.. Girl problems
"What?" I responded to her
Carlos P.O.V.
I was a store that I couldn't prounounce the name of. I couldn't read the labels on certain food and drinks and products that I needed. This wasn't going to be easy oh and to make it worse, the guys and I still had to practice singing and they didn't even have a clue I was gone, the employee's couldn't understand my English, and I missed out on 2 really hot girls. I was willing to make the sacrifice though, to me it seemed worth it
I searched for certain things
"Ah there are those wipes." I mumbled to myself
"Puis-je vous aider?" The lady employee said to me, I looked at her and turned my head confused out of my mind and felt the need to slap her to take out my anger because I couldn't read French, but I was a guy unfortunately I couldn't hit girls.
But I liked being a boy, don't get me wrong, I wouldn't want to have ehem.. Girl problems
"What?" I responded to her
"cinquante pour cent de tous les préservatifs." She put a smile on her face and I just walked away from her, she probably said oh fuck you tourist, get out of my damn store. Wouldnt be suprised, I hated tourist in L.A. myself accept for the blonde babes prancing around in their bikinis, that was okay.;)
I walked over and found the milk and apple sauce. I continued to shop and got a few more needed items, plus some condoms for James just in case. I rushed to the check adn out and dropped my almost purchased items and the lady was as slow as my grandma checking out my items, and my grandmother was dead.
"Any time now!" I yelled at her
"Quel était ce." She said in french. I swear I was going to slap this lady in the 3 seconds. I handed her a 20 and took my groceries and didnt wait for the change.
"Have a good day sir." She said.
Now she speaks Enlish...
I had been gone for 2 hours. I had to stop at the store and the atm too. I went into the hotel to find the lobby empty. I wasnt suprised it was 1 o clock. I hope the guys were already in the room or I was going to be pissed, we hadnt even studied our lyrics or practiced the tonight to keep our voices fresh for tomorrow.
I hope she didnt make the midnight one.
J.P.O.V.
I snuggled in the divine beds. They were soft, you just sank into the bed as it absorbed your position. I wanted this bed so bad, the satin brass colored sheets with a floral gold comforter to match it made the walls match the beds. The carpet was royalty red. I have stayed in some nice hotels but this by far was the best one I have stayed in.
The beds may be soft but nothing filled the empty space beside me where I wanted to Camille. The bed side table didnt replace Leightons crib, I noticed the emptiness in this fancy hotel. The guys surley kept the room full up but they didnt have the full up that I liked.
I missed Leightons crying in the middle of the night that constantly woke me and the guys up. I missed changing dirty diapers that I hated changing but felt so fatherly doing it. I missed Camille complaining on how hard this was and me agreeing with her but telling her it was okay. I missed her kiss which I hadnt had in 4 and a half months since we broke up. I always tasted her kiss on my lips, it never washed away. The feel of her soft moisturized cumcumber scented skin never left my nose. Leightons eyes gazing into mine never left my sight and his cry never left my mind. I always heard it where ever I went. I treasured that dearly, it is a weird treasure but when you dont have it, it is a treasure.
Camille and Leighton took up my senses all the time.
Camille P.O.V.
It was 3 pm in California, and waiting in this line was killing my hip. I had left Leightons diaper bag but I couldnt get out of line, it was to late. He started to cry. I wish I had James to take him off my sore hip that Leighton constantly sat on.
"It's okay Leighton, were on the way dont cry." I encouraged him
I got to the front of the line adn I did my thing while she was doing the paperwork with my drivers liscense she said something that I usually got alot.
"Hi Camille Anderson, I love your show!" the employee said to me, I gave her an autograph on a note pad while she took my drivers lisence and she told me something else that I usually got.
"He looks nothing like you." the employee said
"Yeah, he looks like his father."
"Is that him?" She said pointing to a fine ass guy behind me
"No, its James Diamond."
"The James Diamond." She mumbled with her head down still doing the paperwork
"Yep."
"Hmm, I dont see the last name Diamond on this card."
"Unfortunatley." I said back to her as she gave my card back. I layed Leighton in his stroller and buckled him adn inserted my cards back to my wallet.
Leightons tan skin totally contradicted my pale skin. James tan skin genes, Leighton obviosuly inherited. Like his eyes, and pretty much everything else.
"Lets go Leighton." I pushed his stroller.
I signed a few more autographs on the way with just a CA as I rushed through the crowd with Leighton in his stroller. People pointed me out and some moms of their children shook their head because of my baby at such a young age, and others jumped up adn down excited that they ever saw me since I was famous. I liked the positive attention.
I never looked my age, so I didnt even look 20 even though I was.
Carlos P.O.V.
I fell asleep after singing with james some. Everyone was finally asleep so we could all get refreshed for the concert tomorrow. We all needed it, ecspecially James. I hope he could fall asleep tonight. It would suck if he didnt, he would look even worse than today and that jsut might be impossible.
We woke up the next morning at 6 am to clean up. James put on a yellow shirt with colorful scirbbles in the middle with a black sweat shirt over it and some kacki's. I had to admit he looked pretty slack. It was cold outside, so his legs would probably freeze. I put on a black button down fancy top with one of those ties tight around my neck with some jeans and a studded belt while Logan put on a leather jacket over a ocean blue plain white top and Kendall wore a long sleeve plaid shirt like usual.
We would have to change later, but with the paparazzi, you always had to look good. We went out to breakfeast with a guy waiter giving us nasty looks. Guys in their teens and mid 20s usually did that. It was just usual. They were jealous because girls were falling all over us.
"Guys lets head to the club." We were performing at a poular club in France. It was teen night that meant a bunch of 13 year old girls screaming my name.
"Another sleepless night." James said as he stumbled as we climbed back into the limo to head to the club
"Take us to the club Bob." Kendall demanded. Logan and Kendall made a chat out of peoples accents in Frances while James dozed off and I texted Camille
To: Camille
From: Carlos
How is it going
To:Carlos
From: Camille
Leightons first time on this so he is crying like this. I think it is his ears.
To:Camille
From: Carlos
Hate me all you want, Im not in love with you like some other people *cough* James
She didnt text me back after I said that. She probably los reception. That happend to me alot when I did what she was doing
Kendall P.O.V.
Fans, Concert. YIPEEE!