Rating: NC-17 romance/violence
Summary:The true life at the Tipton Hotel.
(Don't own the Suite Life.)
Chapter Four: The Truth
Rating: PG-13
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Friday Morning
Zack purposely decided
to skip school. As Cody rushed to school early by bus, saying he had
to finish something for the newspaper, Zack removed his shoes, threw
his backpack in his dirty room, and flew on the couch, flipping T.V.
on. Jesse McCartney's picture popped on the black screen, slowly
fading away. "Teen pop star Jesse McCartney will be airing at the
Tipton Hotel tomorrow night, and then will appear in New York next
week. This is Kelsey Slinksi, wishing Jesse's tour a great –"
"Zack shut off the television; that meant Jesse would be here tonight! Obviously he just can't show up and play at a hotel, and then suddenly is back on the road! Especially since he since Zack was here. He raced into the bedroom, grabbing an extra pair of pajamas and boxers and stuffed them in a bag. Running into the living room, he grabbed a pen and a sticky note, writing that he was going to stay at Chris'. Chris was a guy who had more interest in skateboarding than science, and wasn't a good friend of Cody's; Cody was always anger at Chris, too, so he wouldn't come over and surprise Zack and Chris.
Looking around the room, it seemed empty without his mom there or Cody there. But, with a shrug, it was probably just the fact that his mom was in New York that bothered him; shutting off the light, and locking the door after him; he skipped to the empty elevator, pressing number twenty eight. The Luxury Suites.
Later
"Shoo, shoo!" The
German accent shouted in a rush.
Lance tried his best to jump towards the bathroom and putting on his jeans at the same time. He sat on the toilet, finally slipping the jeans up his long legs. Pulling a shirt overhead, he began slipping his socks on. Easily, he slipped his feet into his pair of shoes, walking out of the bathroom normally.
"You must flee; he can walk in here an' min'tes now!" Ilga continued to scream, pushing the young boy out the woman. She looked hardly beautiful; her face was not put on yet, so it was covered with zits and moles, along with the small hairs above her lips. Her eyes had sags under them, and her cheeks had winkles. Her black bra did nothing to cover up her breasts, her small bed-skirt doing the same. "Hurr', he musn' see you."
Lance's face was nothing but a chuckle as he was pushed to the door by the older woman. Turning around just before opening the door, he gave her a small kiss on her lips, but she didn't want it; she pushed him away, shutting the door behind him. Quickly and hastily, she walked across the penthouse bedroom of the St. Marks' Hotel.
Friday Afternoon
School had been
canceled for the whole month of August due to the fact that the nuns'
wrestling team had once again competed in the Summer Trails and were
now going to Texas to until September, where the winner of the U.S.
Wrestling Cages would be announced. But until then, Maddie, London,
and Trevor were sitting in the lobby; London talked mindlessly on her
cell-phone to Prusha, arguing over what fashion brand was better;
Maddie organized the new order of fashion magazines, Jesse McCartney
still over the cover; and Trevor was finishing his homework on
Genealogy.
Sudden screams were heard, startling the trio. They all looked towards each other, then the front doors, when they saw a limo pull up. "Prusha, I gotta go. My husband's arriving!" London screamed into the phone, leaving Trevor looking confused as he put down his mathbook on the coffee table.
"It's Jesse McCartney," Maddie assured him and he nodded like he understood.
The door opened, reveling the young girls' dream boy. His saggy blonde hair was damped to his face from the sweat the no-A.C. in the limo had caused; his clothes stuck to him like pages to a book. His tight-girl jeans were tightly pressed against his skin, causing somewhat pain. His jacket had been removed, tied around his waist; his shirt was a simple purple and black guitar around it. Moseby walked up to him before anyone else could, holding out his hand. "Why, hello –"
Trevor walked up to the candy-counter, crossing his arms. "You-you don't like him, do you?"
"Like who, Trevor?" she asked, her back still towards him.
"Jesse."
"No, why would –"
"Just 'cause he's a celebrity all."
"He can sing, but I think he hates us," she giggled, her cheeks blushing.
Later
Jesse watched as his
bodyguard take place, covering the door with his large frame. Once
the door shut, he instantly took off the jeans, showing thin, skinny
legs that were drowning with sweat. He removed the jacket tied around
her waist, and set it on the floor. He was going to go take a long
hot bath . . .
Leaving bits of clothing on a path towards the bathroom, he was left nude walking into the tile-covered room. The room, however, was foggy. The mirrors had been covered with mist, the room smelling of sweet perfume. The sound of water running startled him. "Who's there?"
There was a short pause. "Jesse! Just jump in."
Walking forward, Jesse saw the blonde hair poking through the mist. "Zack, man? You – you still live here?" He looked around nervously, scratching the back of his head before stepping into the healing waters.
"Well, duh." Zack swam through the hot tub-sized tub and came near Jesse, who had his head bent back, his elbows on the side of the tub. Zack easily slide between Jesse's arm and body, resting his hand on Jesse's chest.
"Zack!" Zack jumped away. Jesse sighed, putting his hands down. "Zack . . . we can only be friends, dude."
Jesse could see Zack's heart breaking in half. Already, tears were falling down his cheeks. "If – if we continue to go out, people'll see. Someone'll spill the beans. You know that one actress, Amy Bedingsmo? Remember how everyone thought that her and that other singer, James Kiloks were sleeping together was a rumor? She was asked in an interview if it was true, and she accidentally said yes. I – I can't let that happen to me. Not yet, anyway."
"But I – I won't tell, Jesse. I haven't told Cody, or-or -"
"But I might. I can't have my career end. Not now."
Before Jesse could comfort Zack, to explain even more about his family's fight with him over the summer, Zack had jumped out, reaching for the nearest Tipton Robe. The door to the suite opened, and there was a loud yell – "Come here, kid!" – as Jesse slipped down under the surface, slowly crying to himself.
Later
A piece of paper found
its way on Cody's desk seconds before the final bell would ring.
Looking around, he saw nobody's face looking his way, but he opened
it anyway, seeing the hard-to-read handwriting: Meet me after
class. At the boy's bathroom. It's important – Bob.