Chapter 4

Martha’s POV

                After gathering my suitcases, I was ready to head to the curb to find a cab. I did a quick scan of the crowd around the baggage claim to see if I could spot Oscar or one of the other boys. They were nowhere in sight, so I headed for the doors. Once in a taxi, I gave the driver the address of the hotel I would be staying at until I checked into classes and could move into my dorm.

                The drive to the hotel was fascinating. Despite the rain and the clouds, London was absolutely breath taking. The history that came with so many of the building shocked me. It wasn’t something you saw in Nebraska, let alone the United States for that matter.

                By the time I reached my hotel and got check in I was completely exhausted. I had no idea what time it was, but I flopped my suitcase down on the sofa that was in my room. I pulled out a pair of sweatpants and grabbed my favorite sweatshirt. I tore off my jeans and put on my more comfortable outfit.

                Before sliding into bed, I grabbed my phone and texted back my parents and a few friends. The last thing I did before drifting off into the peaceful state of dream land was add a new contact to my phone. Oscar Enestad. I typed and added his number below. Smiling as I hit “save,” I plugged my phone into charge and quickly fell asleep.

    I woke up the next morning refreshed. The sun was peeking through the curtains in the hotel room. The rain had stopped and birds were singing. I pushed the covers away from me and stretched as I stood up. Opening the curtains to let the sun light flood the room, I made my way to my suitcase. Pulling out black Nike shorts and a Creighton University sweatshirt, I headed to the bathroom. After a steaming hot shower, I got dressed, fixed my hair, and did my makeup. Despite the fact that my outfit was not fancy, my hair laid the way I wanted it too, and my makeup was flawless. I was ready for my first full day in London.

                I grabbed my phone and my purse. I glanced at my phone noticing I had plenty of people to text or call back. I texted my mom and my little sister who had texted, but decided the rest could way. But, the sudden though of texting people reminded me that I had one phone number left to text. Oscar. I decided not to text him yet. It wasn’t that I was playing hard to get, but rather I was giving him space. I didn’t want to seem too needy or too clingy.

                Before I left for breakfast, I dug up my laptop. I slipped it into my Vera Bradley bag. I would have to find a breakfast café with wifi, because I had a boy band to look up. I made my way down to the lobby and was, at least I thought I was, prepare for the day.

                I was in London all of twelve hours before I had my first real big shock. I was riding in a cab on the way to breakfast and BBC Radio 1 was playing. I heard the show’s host say, “And now your most requested song: here is The Fooo Conspiracy with Build A Girl.”

                Instantly I realized what was happening.Oscar said they had their fans which implied that they were just a small band; but a small band would not have a most requested song on a radio that you could listen to practically anywhere in the world.

                I whipped out phone and scrolled through my contacts until I found the number I had just entered hours earlier.

                Oscar Enestad.

                I clicked for a new text and scrawled my anger out in words.

                Hey Oscar, it’s Martha, from the plane. Funny story. Your band currently has the most requested song on BBC Radio 1.You have your fans huh?

                I hit sent without thinking twice. Maybe I would regret it when, well if, he responded but for now I was just ticked. Maybe I didn’t have the right to be because I had never questioned him, but still.

   “You look upset, miss, is something wrong?” the cab driver looked at me through the mirror.

                “It’s a long story,” I fumbled with my hands in my lap.

                “Well, we are stuck in traffic and I’ve been told I’m a great person to rant to, so if you need an ear…”

                “Ok, well you know the band singing this song?” I asked him.

                “Course I do. You don’t live here and not know who they are.”

                “Yeah well I’m American so up until 14 hours ago I had no idea who they were,” I spat.

                “Looks like you learned pretty quickly, though.”

                “That’s the thing. I sat next to all four of them on the plane. Well ok, only technically Oscar, but I talked with the rest of them. They told me they were a band who had their fans. It was as though they were implying that they were just a smaller band.Oscar  gave me his number and well, now I hear they have the most requested song and I am rather upset.” Putting my feelings out in the open, they sounded rather ridiculous.

                “I see,” the cab driver shook his head. “Did you talk to Mr. Enestad during the flight?”

      I chuckled. The cab driver who had to be almost sixty knew Oscar’s last name. If he texted me back he was so dead. “Yeah, throughout the entire flight.”

                “And did he ever, erm, like, well you know, seem interested in you…” the cab driver questioned.

                My heart skipped a beat. Could Oscar have not wanted me to treat him like a famous person because he thought I was cute and wanted to be friends… as in hoping to eventually be more than friends. My thoughts raced to each moment during the flight. He had, in a way, asked me if I was single or not. He inquired about my last relationship. He had laughed with me and complimented me various times. He had comforted me and given me advice. He had given me a hug and stroked my shoulders in comfort.

                “He was a teenage boy wasn’t he? He gave signals that could be taken either way. They either meant something or he was just being kind,” the cab driver must have read the expression on my face.

                I nodded as he continued, “Let me tell you this, well actually let me first say that I have a granddaughter who is sixteen. I talk to her every other night on the phone and well I constantly get the low down about those The Fooo boys. Plus I mean they are everywhere…. Just don’t think I am some creepy old guy who is obsessed with them.” I smiled at him showing him I understood and urged him to continue.

 “Anyway, Oscar just broke up with his girl friend a few weeks ago. He had been dating Zendaya Colleman. She is a rather famous dancer. Not many people believe it would last as long as it did. They just broke up a little over a month ago. Oscar was shot. I mean not literally, but well you know. Then, only four days later pictures were released of her with some famous drummer dude who drums for some American pop star or something. I have no idea. A week after those came out new pictures flooded the internet of her and the same dude making out in some club. I’m sure Oscar says he just shrugged it off. That’s what he said in interviews apparently. But let me tell you, as a man, nothing stings more than seeing that. You can’t help but think that she wasn’t really into you anyway. So, when this boy texts you back, assuming he was the one you just texted a minute ago, don’t be too harsh on him. And don’t tell him I told you this. Don’t hold it against him. It’s not fair to him.”

I assured him that I wouldn’t, but I was stunned by the information he had given me. Oscar hadn’t let on to any of that. There was no way that he could not be in pain. I would be heartbroken if pictures of Cody doing those things came out two weeks after we broke up. I probably crawl into a hole and will myself to never get out.

Soon, we arrived at a café that he had recommended. I graciously thank him for the ride and his help. The tip I gave him was larger than normal. He smiled politely and wished me luck. Entering the café, I made my way towards the line. I ordered a smoothie and an eggs and sausage platter. I found a table while I waited for my food to be prepared. While I was waiting I pulled out my laptop and pulled up Google.

I typed in The Fooo Conspiracy. It came up with over 17,600,000 hits. I shook my head. I pulled up a tumblr site that was completely dedicated to the boy. Sifting through the pictures I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. My number was called and I went to gather my breakfast. Once I returned to my table, I munched on the food and continued to look through the tumblr posts. They weren’t just famous in London or Sweden. They were famous all over the place –in certain places more than others. They even had a good amount of fans in American.

Just as I was pulling up a different fan page my phone rang. The screen lit up with the words Oscar Enestad. I took a deep breath before checking his response.

I’m sorry Martha. I didn’t know how to tell you. I didn’t want to come off as conceded and stuck up. If you are still willing to talk to me, let me make this up to. Meet me at our hotel in 45 minutes. I’ll show you around London and I’ll tell you everything.

I could hear him saying the words in my head. I heart pounded. I had no idea what to do, but there was one thing I was worried about. Paps? I responded. I didn’t mean to sound annoyed or anything but I still didn’t really know Oscar and I wasn’t really prepared to be on the cover of Sweden tabloid magazines.

Urg. Um how about you just come to the hotel then? I’ll make the other boys leave so we can talk. I really don’t want you hating me…. And I really did mean what I said on the plane. I want to be friends… His reply was almost immediate.

I sucked in a sharp breath and let out a sigh. So much different than what I thought I was getting into.

I texted him telling him I would meet him at his hotel in thirty minutes. He sent we instructions on how to get to where they were staying and told me to just go to the front desk and give them my name.

The hotel was only a ten minute walk from the café I was at, so after packing up my laptop and using the restroom, I headed towards the hotel. I had no idea what to expect.