Finding True Love

Rosalinda is an angel on earth, in a sense. She has been living for hundreds of years looking for that one true love. She's been told that she will get a certain feeling when she spots her true love. What happens when she gets that feeling for a worldwide pop star.
(Cover art is not mine, but there was no watermark to give credit.)

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3. A New Friend

"So, you like Styles?" Emilia and I are walking to her house. She's the one who broke the awkward silence.
"Yeah, I do. Who do you like?" I kick a pebble with my shoe.
"Niall Horan," the smile is very evident in her voice.
"So, do you have a plan in the works to meet the boys?"
"Not really. But you can help with the finer details."
"What's your hobbies?"
"I play guitar and am in show choir. I've been in a few plays, too. How about you?"
"I play bass, drums, flute, and a little piano. I can draw almost anything. I'm a very good writer; fiction as well as nonfiction. I've been told I'm very good at designing houses and clothes. I'm pretty good at golf, track, gymnastics, and softball. Singing and dancing are a passion. A play here and there," I shrug my shoulders. "Okay, I guess."
"Holy crap. How old are you?"
To be serious, I'm 517 years old and should be able to do a lot of other things. But I'm lazy, so I don't pursue that much. "17," I smile. "You?"
"Almost 17. Just a few more weeks. Oh, we're at my house," she grabs my wrist and pulls me up a sidewalk. The house is pretty big and a very pretty blue on the outside.
"This is your house?"
"Yes. Big, I know. But there's a few things I still have to tell you," she opens the front door and we walk in. "Mom! I'm home! Me and my new friend are going to hang in my room! Send Pam up with some snacks!" Then she starts pulling up some stairs to her room. This girls is very interesting.
We reach Emilia's room and I'm amazed. It’s right out of a fancy home magazine. Something a very preppy girl might want, but she probably just liked the way everything looked. As for my room, I have a combination of bright colors and things most people approve, and just as much dark colors and things some people might not really approve. Plus a canopy bed like Emilia and a few different places to sit.
"Let's sit on the bean bags," Emilia plops down on the red bean bag.
"Your room is amazing," I sit down on the blue bean bag. "How do you afford it all?"
"My father is the CEO of a very big company. I get almost everything I want. Besides a ticket to see One Direction. VIP tickets are the ones I'd prefer."
"They're in America at the moment, right?"
"Correct. How does that help the situation?"
"Well, I could get us plane tickets and concert tickets. All if your parents let you come with me," I smile.
"Um, Miss Emilia," a lady wearing an apron and carrying a tray of snacks walks in. She has super curly, dark brown hair; dark colored eyes; around five foot ten; probably around 25 years old. "I brought snacks," the woman sets the tray between Emilia and I.
"Thanks a bunch Pam. Oh, and when you go back, tell mom I have to ask her something tonight at dinner," Emilia smiles.
"Yes ma'am," Pam nods and walks out of the room.
"Is she your maid or nanny?" I ask.
"She helps around the house, so I'd say more of a helper. She takes care of my younger siblings, but also helps my mom clean up the house. I love Pam like another part of the family."
"She seems really nice. So if you're parents say yes, you'll call. So we should exchange numbers."
"Sounds good." Then we both get out our phones and exchange numbers.
"Anyone else who'd want to come with us?"
"Not that I can think of. But we'll probably meet someone there. Oh, can we also go to a meet and greet?"
"Sure, I'll make sure to look into that. We'll have a great time if we get to go. No doubt."
"We could talk about each other. Since we just met and don't really know too much about each other."
"Looks like we'll have to go now. I'd love to get to know you more."
"Same to you. So, are we going to make a poster? Oh, we should make shirts as well."
"Give me a piece of paper and I'll draw out shirts and a poster. You give as many ideas as possible."
"Okay, sounds good."
*A Few Hours Later*
"So you'll call as soon as you get an answer?" I ask. I'm standing at Emilia's front door about to leave.
"Of course. Order the tickets and such now though, because there's no way my parents can say no."
I let out a laugh, "If you say so. I'll get a nice hotel as well. Any preference as where to go?"
"I saw they go to Vegas. There, I'd love to go there. It’s the beginning of August, but we could go a little early and just have some fun," she giggles.
"Fun as in roaming around not gambling, correct?" I let out a giggle.
"Of course silly," she gives me a small shove. "Talk to you later Rosa, can I call you that?"
"If I can call you Emmie," I smile.
"It’s a deal then," she smiles. "See you later."
I nod, "Goodbye my new best friend." Then I twirl on my heel and walk away. I hear Emilia close the front door. I hope my mom wasn't worried about me being gone all day.
*Twenty Minutes Later*
"I'm glad you now have a friend," my mom says.
"Thanks. Is dad still at work?"
"Yes. He'll be home later tonight. Say, how much money is everything going to be?"
I click a few more times to get to a different screen on the computer, "Does it really matter? We have a ton of money and this is for a big reason."
"You're right. So, she’ll call in the morning to say she's going?"
"Most likely. She gets whatever she wants, but isn't snobby."
"That's good," my mom smiles and then yawns.
"Go to bed mom. I'll be fine. I just have a few more things to do."
She walks over to me and kisses my cheek. "See you in the morning sweety."
"Goodnight mom," I smile.
She shuffles away.

I can't wait to go to America. Emilia and I will have so much fun. Though there's still the month of July to go through, but we will be okay. We'll make it.

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