Trainstop || Bruno Mars [editing]

Chapter 9: Unaware of Falling

~ Too long? :)

Hayley's POV

"Aw" I moaned as my forehead hurt. I touched it and guessed it was swelling a bit. Through the window, I saw a crowd of people surrounding Peter and his band. They were coming to the direction of the Hummer. "Peter!" I shouted through the window as loud as I can and slammed it continuously. I tried opening the window wider but it won't slide down. "Is this vehicle haunted or what?!" I grumbled.

They finally got to the Hummer and Peter opened my door. "ARE YOU INSANE?!" we shouted in unison on each others' faces as he opened.

"Get down! People might see you!" he ordered and I obeyed. What was I thinking? Popping my head out of the door when I know a crowd of people was following and taking shots of Peter now.

Peter jumped in blocking me and waved bye to the crowd. Then I noticed everyone was in now and ready to leave. Dre started the engine and we headed off.

Absent-mindedly, I gave Peter a quick punch on his cheek but I know it wasn't hard enough for him to really cry in pain. "Oh!" he moaned covering the affected area with his hand.

"What are you doing?!" I shouted so loud that everyone in the vehicle was looking at me now.

"Whoa. Calm down, sis" Phil was beside me.

"I'm taking you to my place for a vacation whether you like it or not" he answered with a glare.

"What?! Vacation?! You can't do that!"

"Sorry, babe. I just did. We're in LA already. And there's no way for you to get away now" he smiled sinisterly.

"YOU'RE CRAZY! WHY DID I EVER MEET YOU?!" I cried.

"Exactly. Why did I ever see you at the train stop that night? Look what you're doing to me. God!" he cried back.

"THA-" he cut me off as he put his finger on my lips. I quickly jerked it away and glared at him.

"What's the point of arguing now, Hayley? We're in LA already. Whether you like it or not you're gonna stay here for a month. There's no escape"

"What?! But I have work and-" he cut me off again as he started.

"Whether you like it or not!" he repeated.

"Who do you think you are?! You're not-"

"Oh Hayley, I'm so the boss of you"

"Ah! I hate you! You're the worst person I've ever met..." I started scolding at him again.

He covered his ears and started sassing so he won't hear me. "Ah bla bla bla bla bla bla..."

"Look what you did to my forehead..."

"Bla bla bla..."

"Listen to me when I'm talking to you..." I slapped his arm.

"Not listening. Bla bla bla bla bla..."

"UGH! I WANT TO STAB YOU TO DEATH..."

"Bla bla bla..."

The Hummer was filled with our noises and everyone else just sat still pretending not to hear us until Phil stopped us, "CUT THAT OUT!" we got startled. "You look like little children arguing over a toy"

We both silenced and just waited for the trip to end.

"You carry my bags then" I ordered Peter as I jumped out of the Hummer. We were at his house now. For a celebrity like him, the house looks ordinary but enough for a family to live in.