Stranded in La

4.

Chapter 4 yayy I'm happy I made it so far!!!! Well here's your update.

Oh yeah and that's Jessicah's hair. It will be talked about later in the chapter:)
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I woke up to the morning light peeking through the window. I came back to the hotel last night, and found out that the guys were up here with Morgan, still trying to comfort her. I didn't feel like dealing with any of them at the moment, so I just slept in the bathtub. And no It wasn't uncomfortable, it's as big as a queen size bed. This is the Wilshire hotel you know. Andy tried talking to me, but I just shut him out. He was the last thing I wanted to worry about. I got up and out of the tub, and walked over to the door. When I got out of the enormous bathroom, I went to the bedroom. I hesitated a minute, before opening the door. I sighed at the site of all the guys, including Morgan, laying on the bed. They were all spread out, and laying in different positions. Why are they still here?

I quietly shut The door, and walked to the kitchen. I was so worried about what would happen, I didn't even get anything to eat last night. I grabbed a bowl and made me some froot loops. I was in the middle of eating my cereal, when I heard something behind me. I turned around to find Jinxx standing there with a sorry expression on his face. I rolled my eyes, and grabbed my cereal bowl, ready to head back to the bathroom. When I passed Jinxx, he grabbed my forearm, causing me to stop.

"Let go of me," I whispered/yelled. He chuckled.

"Why are You so stubborn? We're just trying to help you," he whispered.

"I don't need your help. I'm sure I'll figure something out. And Besides, I've been in worst trouble before," I said yanking away from his grip.

"Your telling me your stranded in one of the most biggest city's in Cali, with no money at all, and you've been in worse trouble?" he asked. I couldn't help but smile.

"Yes," I lied.

"Right," he said sarcastically.

"Listen Jinxx, I'm sorry, I don't mean to be rude or anything, I just don't know what I'm going to do," I said sitting down on a bar stool.

"Well you know We would return the favor for last night, but we're in a little trouble ourselves," he said, sitting next to me. A worried look crossed my face.

"What?" I asked. He sighed.

"Someone stole our tour bus," he said. I gasped in shock.

"Are you serious!?"I asked, this time yelling.

"Shh, and yes I'm very serious. We had it parked behind the hotel, and When we came back to it, it was gone."

"Well don't You guys have like a driver or something? Wouldn't he be waiting on the bus for you until you got done at the bar?" I asked.

"Not last night. Jake drove us all here, and it was only us guys on the bus. We wanted to go to a bar, but couldn't find one near us, so we came to the one here at the hotel. And we're not on tour or anything, we're actually on break. So we decided to drive to LA and have some fun for the week. Kind of like you guys. All of our money, cell phones, clothes, and other personal items are on that bus. But now they're gone," he said. I couldn't help but to feel bad. Was their situation worse than ours? Or was It exactly the same?

"Hey, you have a cell phone, don't you?" he asked me.

"Yeah, it's- wait a minute where is it?" I felt all around my pockets for it, but it wasn't here. And then I remembered. "Damnit!" I left it at that guys house that I went to last night," I said, frustrated.

"Can't we just go get it?" Jinxx asked.

"No. For one, he lives far from here, and two, he left this morning for a flight. He's going on vacation," I said, putting my head in my hands.