"Come on Randy. It's going to be fun!" Nina whines as she tries to pull me off of my hotel bed.
"Nina, I really don't want to go to any parties here in L.A.” I answered while groaning in pain. “It's too noisy. It's too loud and crowded. And, I’m sick. Like really really sick." I explained.
"First of all, that's what parties are for. Second, we're all going to college after this summer, we need to get ready for more parties to come. And three, you're totally fine!" Nina says sarcastically as she puts on her mascara.
I sigh.
My friends were all into parties and I don't even know why in hell we became friends in the first place. In high school, people would always ask why I became friends with them since I don’t even physically belong in their circle. I think it all started in liking the same things but even if people questioned the friendship I had with them throughout in high school, I enjoyed their company.
I even heard that they were only keeping me because I looked nerdy and pretty girls in high school always needs to have an ugly friend to make them stand out. I didn’t really mind it.
But despite our attitude and personality differences, we had the same interest on one thing.
Satellite Patrol, the biggest band on the planet and have been often subject to fan hysteria.
They propelled to global success by social media and had topped charts in most major markets and generated big hit singles since they came out. They are so popular all over the world and broke history when their first four albums debuted at number one.
Satellite Patrol’s first tour two years ago was the highest-grossing concert tour, the highest-grossing tour by a band in history next to The Beetles and the 12th highest-grossing concert tour of all time grossing $320.8 million.
They are the best-selling band of all time having sold a total of 90 million records worldwide. They won 250 awards from awards’ shows and won a lot of females’ hearts all over the world. Forbes ranked them as the second highest-earning celebrities in the world in three consecutive years.
"Jeez Rands!” Beth chimes while shaking her head. “We're here to have fun for this vacation. We've saved up for this trip for an entire year. Now don't be a party-kill."
"I'm not." I defended myself.
"Yeah you are. You missed that SatPat concert we attended yesterday ‘cause of that stupid tummy ache and no one would ever." She scolds me.
I did feel a little disappointed that I missed it.
“I mean…” She continues. “Miss out something as huge as a Satellite Patrol concert over a stupid tummy ache."
"I would still go there no matter what.” Beth chimes. “Even it means I'd shit on where I am seated or even if I am on my deathbed, I would still go.”
I chuckles softly as I thought to myself how would you be able to enjoy a concert when you’re sick?
"Exactly my point!” Nina seconded. “You had to sell your ticket and miss the fun. Now don't tell me you're not going with us for a party tonight. You're always such a bummer, you know."
"I'm not!" The more defensive I am, the more I realize that I've always been a party-kill. All those times they asked me to party with them, I always had had reasons to miss it. Both intentional and unintentional, of course. Well, I have had my fair share of excuses here and there.
But for the record, I was terribly sick last night and I was having a deadly tummy ache which caused me multiple trips to the bathroom the entire day and night. Scallops, it had to be that fresh scallops. Curse those scallops I had for dinner, now I missed my chance to meet the ultimate love of my life, Landon Thompson. He’s the drummer of SatPat and the best drummer in all over the globe. I even told my dad to buy me front row tickets but I had to sell it because I don’t want to embarrass myself and poop in my pants.
Talk about bad luck.
"And we're going back to New York tomorrow afternoon. Lighten up! College is starting in just a week." Beth jumps to my bed.
I stare at my two friends who were all wearing such skimpy sparkly dresses and high heels, showing off their belly, with heavy make up plastered on their faces. They look mature for their age but I guess it's a trend now. They both looked beautiful to be honest and I know I'm nowhere near them that’s for sure. I would probably wear anything I could grab comfortable from my closet and definitely not like these.
I glanced at my watch, and it was already eleven in the evening which makes me think that the night is still young for teens like me. Usually, back in New York, I would spend most of my time reading books all about nursing and being a healthcare provider.
Yes, yes, boring I know. We all have ways to cope up with boredom okay?
I have always wanted to be a nurse and that's what I'm taking up in college this fall. I want to prepare myself in advance once I get to medical school that's why I've been reading different great books for my course.
"Let's go Miranda." Beth tells me, pulling me again and again.
I smiled ruefully.
"I heard some hot guys go to that bar on the regular and that's where we're heading to. Come on Mirandy." Nina joins Beth on top of my bed as she rests her head on my shoulder.
"I also heard that Ned Hall and Landon Thompson went there to party before.” Beth giggles while wiggling her eyebrows at me.
Ned Hall, the platinum blond and blue eyed lead guitarist of SatPat and adorably handsome.
“Maybe you'll have your luck tonight and meet one of the boys. Or even Landon!" Beth giggles, continuing to tease me.
Being an ultimate fan like the rest of the world, I fell into those incantations and a part of me actually believed that I would definitely see them. When Landon was mentioned, my ears instantly tingled.
"Guys, even if I'm not there, it'll make no difference at all." I doubt.
"Oh bullshit, we're incomplete when you're not with us. What if you'll meet your one true love there?" Beth adds as she looks at me on the mirror.
I laughed softly. "Seriously Beth. In a club?"
"There are always what ifs Miranda. Don't lose hope. I'm sure you'll meet him tonight. Now start pulling yourself off the bed, we need to get you ready whether you like it or not." Nina says.
The two of them started pulling me from the mattress with teasing smiles on their faces even though I kept pulling myself back away to stop them but they were successful. Actually, I gave in.
They started stripping my clothes off of me and puts my hair into whatever style they wanted it to then starts applying make up on my face.
"Not too heavy make up guys." I say, while Nina puts blush on my cheeks.
"Grab my push up bra Beth. Miranda needs that for this dress." Nina pulls up a red dress.
My eyes widened. "No way in hell I'm wearing that Nin!"
The two of them started grinning and I knew I had no choice but to agree with it.
"Yes. You fucking are." Nina and Beth says in unison with grins.
Nina moves closer to my ear, "Maybe this could be the night, you'll finally say bye-bye to your v-card."
I playfully smack Nina on her arm and the two of them started laughing. I was the only one in our circle who is still a virgin and to be honest I am not embarrassed about it at all.
I slowly opened my eyes, the vision was blurry but I can see the high ceiling over me. There’s this heavy pounding on my head as if it was being hammered continuously and I still feel a little bit... drunk.
I don't remember what kind of drinks I had at the club last night but I'm sure it was hard liquor because my head feels like it's about to explode.
I don't remember everything that happened in details last night ‘cause I was still in a state of shock on how the hell did I get back to my hotel room.
I finally adjusted my eyesight and take a good look at the white ceiling which was above me. I noticed that there was a huge-ass golden chandelier hanging over me. The scent was unfamiliar too but it smelled like roses and I wonder if the hotel service cleaned my room for me.
I groan in satisfaction, God this bed is softer than I remember.
I snapped myself out from my thoughts, wait.
I don't remember having a huge-ass chandelier above me in my hotel room.
I stared at myself and for a second I thought I was in my hotel room but later then I realized that I wasn't. I am in someone’s room, on somebody’s bed and lying down with an actual freaking person next to me..
Holy shit!
I quickly grabbed the blanket over my chin and prayed that I wasn't naked beneath this white sheet. I clearly remember, I was wearing a tube dress with a huge top cut low which showcased my cleavage but I was feeling bare underneath this sheet.
Please please please not be naked. I chanted mentally.
I take a deep breath and close my eyes at the same time pulling the blanket up. Slowly, I being to open my eyes and to my surprise, I quickly covered myself back with the blanket as soon as I saw a man's bum facing towards me. He was completely butt naked. Fully naked. He was facing his back to me and Jesus Christ this guy has a long brown messy hair.
We had sex.
