The third floor hall empty, and rather cold, caused Paris to instantly regretting her choice to wander the halls. Sauntering past Jacob's room, she paused, wondering if she should be annoying and wake him. The thought only lasted a fleeting second as the sounds of voices carried from a room adjacent to Jacob's
Creeping towards the door, she leaned against it gingerly, as if awaiting to be discovered at any moment. The voice of a female floated out towards Paris, who narrowed her eyes at the words.
"How would I get backstage? Kidnapping doesnt always work, as she found out." Shannon commented to her companion, slender brow still raised at the male's choice to stay in the shadows of even a locked hotel room. "Damn it, why are you hidding in the shadows? No one can hear us, no one's in the fucking room!"
"You dont know hotels the way I do. I've heard stories about fans sneaking into rooms and waiting for us to get back. I've also heard stories about camera's hidden by hotel staff." The baritone that came after caused Paris' dark blue eyes to widen.
Pushing away from the door, she numbly stumbled back to Jacob's room. Rapping lightly, yet too loudly for her ears, on the door and waited anxiously for the door to swing open by a groggy-eyed Jake.
"Paris? Wha..." Was all he could say when he saw her. The only things the female could utter was 'Jason', 'Why?' and 'Oh god'.
Creeping towards the door, she leaned against it gingerly, as if awaiting to be discovered at any moment. The voice of a female floated out towards Paris, who narrowed her eyes at the words.
"How would I get backstage? Kidnapping doesnt always work, as she found out." Shannon commented to her companion, slender brow still raised at the male's choice to stay in the shadows of even a locked hotel room. "Damn it, why are you hidding in the shadows? No one can hear us, no one's in the fucking room!"
"You dont know hotels the way I do. I've heard stories about fans sneaking into rooms and waiting for us to get back. I've also heard stories about camera's hidden by hotel staff." The baritone that came after caused Paris' dark blue eyes to widen.
Pushing away from the door, she numbly stumbled back to Jacob's room. Rapping lightly, yet too loudly for her ears, on the door and waited anxiously for the door to swing open by a groggy-eyed Jake.
"Paris? Wha..." Was all he could say when he saw her. The only things the female could utter was 'Jason', 'Why?' and 'Oh god'.