After saving the document, I contemplated staying here with Sebastian or going back to sit with Fiona and Sarah. Lucas had awoken a few seconds before, but was still in a daze. He looked around the jet, confused.
"Oh, hey Leslie. Hello Mr. Harrison. I'm sorry, how long have I been sleep?"
"About an hour I think." Sebastian answered.
Lucas sighed and stretched. I figured since he was awake it gave me the right away to go back to my seat since I wasn't needed to keep him company anymore, but something inside of me wanted to stay, to find out more about Sebastian. Even though it was no surprise seeing him in a magazine almost every month, I felt like there was more mystery behind Sebastian that he wanted to keep hidden.
The flight attendant made her way to where we sat. "Dinner will be served in twenty minutes." She said. I looked out the window. The sun had complete disappeared and the moon was hidden behind the cloud
As the flight attendant gave us our options for dinner, I was eager to hear what Fiona was going to say. In all honesty, it was hypocritical to say that Sebastian was going to be bias about everything, considering she was divorced, and a bitoverenthusiasticabout most things. Still, I was going to be open minded about whatever she had to say, and maybe later on get Sebastian's opinion on his Mommy and Daddy issues. Ten minutes later, we had four plates of traditional steak and potatoes set in front of us. Since none of us obviously felt like being a little original, we all got the same thing. Dinner remained untouched for a few minutes. We just sat there, looking at each other. Fiona looked as if she was eager yet hesitant on telling me her family business. Lucas exchanged looks with everyone before picking up his
I thought the fact that they stayed at fancy hotels and flew in private jets was enough. The manor was huge. I have stayed at big houses before for promotional trips and such but this house was unnecessarily big. A giant water fountain sat in the middle of a gravel driveway that let to a set of long stairs. The porch portrayed a classic country farm home, but the four thirty feet pillars that held the house up said otherwise. The manor was a good three stories. The dark of the night made it hard for me to see the design of the manor, but from what I could gather it had Victorian elements on the balconies and on the various windows that were lined across. The giant two front doors were wide open. The only people who were outside were me, Sarah and Sebastian, who was standing on the p
I didn't know how to make this less awkward than it already was. My head was hurting in every possible place, and I still didn't have my morning coffee. It was the fact that I was caught with Sebastian's brother that made this more of a terrible situation than it already was. I cleared my throat and stressed my assertiveness. "Thank you, but my head is fine, William. I am going to go make coffee now..." With that, I turned around, closed the cabinet door and walked over to the coffee maker. Maria knew I didn't know how to use this contraption, since this was a high end coffeemaker from Keurig. I crossed my arms and stood back as Maria set it up. As I waited, I felt three sets of eyes staring at me. "Well, I'm starving." Sarah said, interrupting the silence. "Breakfast is all set up
I finished my breakfast, looking around the table at everyone else. Everyone was part of their little conversations except for me and Lucas, who was too focused on cutting his apple. William was talking to Patrick across the table, Sebastian with Isabelle, and Elizabeth with Sarah and Fiona. I sat in the middle, listening to them talking over me about Leonardo DiCaprio and how he hasn't won an Oscar yet. I didn't fit. I was the complete opposite of everyone here. I didn't enjoy talking to people, or socializing much unless it was vital. I'd rather be answering emails or talking to Beth or Paul, the only people I could act as myself around. I felt my heart accelerate, and knew it would be best if I took a long bath, and call Beth for some best friend guidance. I just had to figure out how to get up without being rude. I slowly pulled m
I finished my breakfast, looking around the table at everyone else. Everyone was part of their little conversations except for me and Lucas, who was too focused on cutting his apple. William was talking to Patrick across the table, Sebastian with Isabelle, and Elizabeth with Sarah and Fiona. I sat in the middle, listening to them talking over me about Leonardo DiCaprio and how he hasn't won an Oscar yet. I didn't fit. I was the complete opposite of everyone here. I didn't enjoy talking to people, or socializing much unless it was vital. I'd rather be answering emails or talking to Beth or Paul, the only people I could act as myself around. I felt my heart accelerate, and knew it would be best if I took a long bath, and call Beth for some best friend guidance. I just had to figure out how to get up without being rude. I slowly pulled m
When we made it back to the manor, I was still heated. Heated about the fact that I let myself look vulnerable in front of William when that is the exact opposite of what I was supposed to do, and heated that I broke my heel. The landscapers were staring at me as I limped to the front door. Half way there, I gave up and just took both of my heels off and carried them. Gerard offered to hold them for me but I declined his generous offer. I went into the living room and sat down on the couch. The TV was off, but classical music was playing throughout the surround sound in the living room. I decided to leave the TV off and bask in the soothing sounds of Bach, or Mozart, or Beethoven, whoever it was. "Hey, Leslie." A voice to my right said. I turned to find Lucas, sitting on the couch eating a hamburger with potato chips, scrolling on his
The only talking that came out of anyone was from Elizabeth.She went on and on about basically everything, and her brothers seemed to be the only ones truly annoyed. She talked about charity, good morals, Tennessee, Graham Crackers, curly hair, Tom Hiddleston and how she had met him once, with Sarah responding in disbelief that Elizabeth got to meet her imaginary husband. As they drifted off into a silent conversation, I prayed that it would stay this way. Sebastian and William were still mad about the who-gets-what-seat incident, which led them to take a vow of silence.Suddenly, I felt a slight nudge coming from my right."So what should I expect when I-weget there?" He whispered."Well, it isn't some ditch in the ro
I sat in my room, staring the giant Teddy Bear down, which sat across from me on the small sofa. Even though the fair was a success I couldn't push myself to send the pictures me and Sarah took of Sebastian and of him at the festivities to Garret. All I could think about was that stupid gigantic Teddy Bear that I didn't even want. When Fiona saw it in my arms she asked how I got it, and William just had to tell the truth. She had a weird look that was filled with happiness when he answered, which kind of scared me in a way. I was lucky that the stupid bear fit into the back of the SUV in the trunk; I could avoid explaining to everyone how I received the thing. When we got back I asked Gerard to take it up to my room when everyone was inside. Various questions ran through my mind as I stared at the stuffed animal: Why did William take