Sunday 9 September 2007

Chapter seven: The Survey.

Jon went into the en-suite bathroom of his bedroom. 'Shit Jon what are you doing? She doesn't need this....YOU don't need this!' he said to himself as he looked in the mirror. But he couldn't deny he liked this girl, there was something about her. He jumped in the shower and attempted to wash the thoughts he was having away.

He had just stepped out of the shower when there was a gentle knocking on the door, he didn't hear it at first, then the knock was a little louder accompanied by a call of 'Jon are you decent?'. 'What if i'm not' he replied before kind of wishing he hadn't. Luckily she ignored the comment; 'Well I have decided, well, erm. I would like to take my mind off the fact I have nothing on my mind...' she said, Jon just laughed 'I am so borrowing that line for a song'. She laughed and responded 'Call it a downpayment on the use of your facilities...Anyway if I can finish! If the offer still stands i would love to come to the party'. 'That is great news' she could hear his smile in the way he spoke.... 'oh my god don't be so stupid! no you can't!' she practically rolled her eyes at herself. After a mini-awkward silence, even though there were walls seperating them, she said 'only one small problem...' At this point Jon walked out of the steamy bathroom with just a towel around his waist. She had to actually bite her teeth together to keep her jaw from hitting the floor. And she could not help her eyes surveying his body. He had another towel in his hands and was rubbing his hair dry so he couldn't currently see her. He just spoke at her 'Well it would be great if you could...'. He carried on speaking but she just couldn't concentrate on listening... She took the opportunity to enjoy the view...his muscled arms roughly rubbed the towel on his hair, moving her eyes downward she looked at his toned chest and abs, all smooth with no hair, and she could tell he clearly worked out...alot. And then down to his hips, the towel rode low on those hips and she could easily see the V and a smattering of hair that was his treasure trail. She gulped, and suddenly averted her eyes because she could have sworn it was audible to him. Luckily he was still rubbing vigourously at his hair...well she thought he did have alot of it! Zoning back in she heard the last of what Jon was saying '...so it should be a really great night.' Clearing her throat before realising she had no idea what he had just said, she said to Jon 'Erm yeah...for sure...Anyway the problem is that i don't have a stitch to wear as they say' before laughing nervously. He lowered his arms finally and smiled that broad smile that just lightened a room, 'Well that is one problem i can easily fix!'

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The stream of warm water flowed over her head, she tilted it back enjoying the relaxation of it. After suitably depleting the hotel's hot water supply she left the shower cublbicle...which was more like a shower room it was so big. And she grabbed a dressing gown off the peg. Entering the adjoining bedroom she saw a dress lying on the bed with a note attached. I took the liberty of choosing a dress for you, hope you like the colour. Jon. It was amazing, bright red, knee length with thin spaghetti straps. Smiling she set to finish drying off and getting ready.

Thursday 6 September 2007

Chapter six: The Penthouse Suite.

'Shit shit shit shit shit shit' he repeated like some kind of mantra, 'where the hell is she?'. It was about an hour since the end of the concert and most of the fans had filed away, but still there was no sign of his sister. 'Calm down Ade, i am sure we will find her at the train station, she's not stupid she knows her way' said his girlfriend. 'i guess so, well we can try, i swear she always gets into scrapes' Ade sighed rolling his eyes.

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Jon led her up to the Lift....**Ding** the lift arrived, empty. 'Okay. Stood in the lift...just him and me...why am i nervous at this' she thought before accidentally giggling slightly. Jon turned and said 'Well are you gonna get in the lift?....and let me know what is so funny'. He had this sly grin on his face 'dam you' she thought to herself. As she entered the lift she saw him press the button for the top floor, 'why do penthouses always have to be on top?' she said...Jon laughed out loud at this 'Thats because Penthouses are the top, that's what they are', 'yeah but....I think I just had a blonde moment didn't I?' she chuckled. 'Don't worry it happens to the best of us' Jon replied pointing to his hair....

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Ade paced the carriage of the train, 'i am telling you to call the police' his girlfriend said. 'Laura listen they won't do anything, she is over 18 so she has to be missing for like 2 days or something before they will act' Ade replied, rubbing his furrowed brow...'We will go back to your's and then call them in the morning...she will be fine'. 'And your parents?' Laura asked. 'Don't, god, they will kill me!', with that Laura shot him a look. 'Okay okay i will call them straight after the police tomorrow'.

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'So?.....' Jon asked as he opened the door to the penthouse suite. She just stood there taking it in. The massive sofas, the huge widescreen tv...no more like a cinema screen, the bar area with drinks on tap and optics. 'Wow!' was about all she could muster as she walked in. 'So from what i have gathered so far, you and your band are quite the big deal?' she said to Jon as they walked across to the window. 'I mean Wembley and all those people, and this suite?' Jon smiled, 'well we try! Anyway make yourself at home won't you? I guess i will be making an appearance at the after show party'. She nodded before Jon turned to walk into one of the bedrooms just off the living area...'Are you sure you won't come, Shortstuff?' laughing she grabbed a cushion off the vast sofa and threw it at his head.