*skipping plane ride*
"Um reservations for Vanessa Pore and Ryan Johnson?" I say to the snobby lady at the front desk.
"K," she says and and blows a bubble with her gum. She types something into her computer, her long fake nails tapping on the keys. "Yeah. You're room is like. I think it's on the 6th floor. Room 602." She says, handing us the key.
"Thank you." I say, grabbing the key from her hand. She blows another bubble in return.
We ride in the elevator up to our room, decide on going to sleep.
I slide the key into the door, and open it. We fortunately had a very nice view of the city.
I set my suitcases by my bed and got my pajamas out. I got changed and plopped on my bed.
"I'm so tired." I tell Vanessa.
"Night" Nessa says. I attempt to say goodnight but it just comes out as random mumbles.
I check twitter, and Instagram and what special tweet caught my eye.
Nash Grier @nashgrier
Back in L.A.❤️
2:17am 9/22/14
YOU ARE READING
Touch ~ Nash Grier
FanfictionStanding in the eye of the storm, my eyes start to roll to the curl of your lips In the center of eclipse in total darkness I, I reach out and. Touch.
