we had a quick lunch at mcdonalds, and then we went over to our hotel. there were four rooms. how odd. harry got to pick the rooms. guess who they were?
kathryn & tom
vanessa & dougie
harry & isabelle
danny & me
i sighed when he told me danny was in my room. i'd only known his for a day and now i'd be sharing a room with him? i guess we wanted to get close. a year WAS a long time. to me.
we went into our room and there was two beds. thanks, god! i was still a virgin, [so was danny] plus, i didn't think we were going that far in our relationship yet.
"hey, veronica," danny said as i was looking for something to wear to the studio. the closest one was 20 minutes away, plymoth records. robert had offered a large sum of money to let us practice there. "can we go to dinner tonight?"
i froze. i never got to go on a date with a popstar before.
"um, sure." then i smiled, thinking of something good today. "because if i'm looking for a good time, i'll give you a call," quoting from 'don't stop me now' one of their songs.
danny laughed and said, "you're gonna run out of those." it was my turn to laugh.
"what do you wanna do?" i asked.
"i was hoping you'd know where to eat or something." i laughed, and he smiled.
"we can ask the concierge. i'm sure he'll know somewhere to eat," i assured him. "and maybe dancing." i smiled so he couldn't see me. dancing with danny jones. a dream. for me, though. i sighed happily.
"alright," he said. "i'm not much a dancer. but that's okay."
"i'm not either," i said. "i'd just like to dance with you."
he came over to my bed and sat on it while i re-folded some clothes. "i really want to get to know you girls." he smiled and said some more which made me smile some more, "and i want to get to know you the most." he took my and and i looked at him. he was smiling happily to me.
this is like some sick reality tv show, i thought. if there are cameras, god, please let them come out now!
there was a knock at the door and i dropped danny's hand as soon as someone came in. i didn't dare turn around, if it was one of my friends they would make fun of me forever.
"ha!" dougie almost-screamed. "i knew it! danny is in LOVE with veronica!! ha! HA! HA!" i blushed so hard that my face turned the color of a tomato.
"WhAt?!" i heard someone else scream, vanessa. she popped her head in the doorway. "what happened?"
"bastard! danny came over to dougie and play-punched him. he fiercely whispered, "i'm not in love with her." i knew that, but my heart sank anyways. "i just like her, that's all." i turned around and danny looked at me, then back at dougie.
"yeah, you love her baaaaa-dyyyyyy!!!!" he said it with an over-done american accent.
"DOUGIE!" dougie started to run down the hall and i thought i heard him scream,
"this is what you get for making me cry the other day."
vanessa gave me and apolegetic glance, and i snapped, "what? he's not yours."
"yet." she waved and smiled and ran after them. i walked over and closed the door. i crossed my arms over my cheast and tried hard not to think about oliver.
i shook my head, this isn't the time, or place to be thinking about it, veronica, i told myself. "just try to hold your own," i said aloud when danny came in.
"sorry." danny said as he noticed he didn't have any shoes on. "oh. the concierge told us to stop running around like monkeys."
"that's dougie."
"yeah. fortunately, he got introuble for it."
"nice."
"yeah."
"you still think he'll find us a place?"
"oh, sure."
"why?"
"'cuz i'm gunna ask."
he smiled.
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drum lessons were a drag. isabelle was good, but it took a lot of work for harry to be moved around, so i just taught her from my 3 year drum lessons.
she caught on fast.
the show was tomorrow, but i was nervous. the dinner was tonight.
what would all of our relations be then?
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