We entered the dimly lit motel and even with the shining sun outside; the motel looked like it was cursed with shadows and ghosts and vampires lurking around, hunting for blood. I looked at the reception desk, a plain brown desk which was surprisingly tidy. A young woman adorned in a skimpy blue dress that left little to imagination. Were receptionists allowed to dress like that?
She sat on a huge chair, flipping magazine pages without even reading anything. Her lips pressed in a disinterested line. The area was pretty neat and a few couples sat on the couches opposite the reception desk, doing different things not worth telling. It looked a little too romantic with red flowers and red curtains with tiny white hearts on it. So much red! For honeymooners indeed.
“1 room with 2 beds for five days.” Ace said, removing his wallet.
The young woman looked up and gasped as she saw Ace standing with his glorious half-smile. She stared at him like he was her own personal early Christmas present sent by Santa himself. A sudden jealously filled me and I wrapped my arm around Bryan’s arm. “He means one room and one big bed.” I emphasized one big, staring at her boldly. I’m so going to regret this after I get my brain back on track.
Her eyes reluctantly left Bryan’s body and flickered to me as her mouth transformed into a scowl. “We only have one room with two beds.”
My grip tightened on Ace’s arm, I didn’t dare see his face. I would swallow myself in embarrassment if I did. I blew a puff of arrogant breath. “I said one room and one bed, isn’t this thing’s name Honeymoon Travelers? I am sure you have a room that satisfies our needs.”
Her scowl deepened and she opened the registration book. “Your names and signatures and identification cards.”
Ace shook his arm and I retracted my hand back. I looked up at him and was surprised to see him smiling and trying to hide his amusement. We signed and he showed his fake ID, giving a sweet smile to the receptionist. She gulped visibly handing out the keys like they were her panties, “Room number 208, on second floor. If you need anything, anything you can always ask for me, Tanya.” She said seductively looking at Ace. Her eyes turned to me and became a glare. “Have a good stay.” She snarled.
I smiled sweetly at her. “Oh we will. All over the bed.” I hooked my arm into his arm and walked with my head high towards the elevator. The second we got in, Ace burst out laughing. Like literally laughing fit. His hands were on his knees, as he tried not to fall on the floor from laughter. His mouth open as laughter flowed from it and his eyes crinkled with happiness. This was the first time I had seen him laugh so freely and it bought me joy to know I was the one making him laugh. I smiled unconsciously at his guffawing form. He was beautiful!
We reached the second floor and got out, he was still laughing and frankly I didn’t know why but I didn’t want to ask and stop his laughter. At least I knew he wasn’t angry with that little stunt I pulled downstairs.
He took out the key and opened the door. I glanced around, there was a small table with some complimentary cookies on it. The windows were closed with a pale red curtain and a small beige loveseat sat in front of a small TV. A small glass table with a vase and five beautiful red roses in it with a card that said ‘Have sweet fun’. To the right was a white door which led to the bathroom. Finally my eyes landed on the left side where a huge bed laid with red blanket, a single big bed and finally the reality sank in. I was going to share a bed with Ace after sharing an intensely passionate kiss.
Never take decisions when you’re angry. There’s a huge possibility you’ll regret it later.
“I can sleep on the ground.” He volunteered, noticing my face.
I gulped. “No, it’s okay. We will sleep on the bed.” He was not going to pay for my stupidity and I was most certainly not sleeping on the floor.
“Are you sure?”
I nodded my head, “What about my clothes?”
“We will go to your house now and you can tell you are staying at a friend’s place for a few days, don’t tell the exact number of days. We ourselves don’t know it yet. Take your clothes and all other necessities and meet me at the street corner. From there we can go to my house and collect my things. Don’t pack too much, we aren’t going to Paris.”
“My car is still at school.” I told, ignoring his last jibe.
“I know, I told Dylan to bring it to the street corner. You can drive in it from there. We don’t want your mother getting suspicious and leave your car home and come.” He said, picking up the keys and walking out.
We could have just come here later if we wanted to go back anyways.
The whole ride my hands barely touched his shoulder. Barely managing to sit without falling off and snapping my neck. I was afraid if I touched him, I might just kiss him senselessly. Again.
“Where is he?” I asked, looking around the corner.
“Patience.” Ace cooed.
Just on cue, four cars pulled up, one was mine and the other three were Max, Janice and Logan’s.
Oh joy! I wonder what Logan would say to this arrangement. Probably break a limb or two.
The first to get down was Janice, running towards me and hugging me tightly, “Are you okay?”
I froze for a second, suddenly wondering if she knew about the kiss but the rolled my eyes at the stupid thought. Unless she was Edward Cullen there was no way she could know what my mind kept rewinding every 2 minutes.
Smiling, I nodded, hugging her back. “Of course. I’m great.”
The next to come out were Logan and Alan, Logan looked extremely pissed and went directly to Ace, punching him square on the jaw. Oh oh.
“The fuck?” Ace screamed, rubbing his jaw. His eyes turned dark with anger and his hands formed fists, trying his best to not return the punch.
“The next time you kidnap my best friend after not talking to her for days, you better inform us first.” Logan threatened, not affected by Ace’s glares.
I bit back my laugh at Ace’s response – a simple nod. Dylan and Max were next to step out, smirking at us.
“Living together in a motel. Try not to break the bed.” Max teased.
“Yes should I contact a doctor?” Dylan snorted, a playful glint in his eyes.
“What for?” I asked, frowning.
Dylan grinned smugly. “Well I don’t think you can move after Bryan does what he does best, so you might need a wheelchair.”
I choked on my breath, cheeks flushing red as I remembered the kiss again. If his kisses were so good, the whole thing would be amazing, maybe I should try it. I immediately shook my head. What am I even thinking?
I turned to Dylan. “Haha funny.” I scowled, though my internal sex queen still sat straight patiently with a pair of handcuffs in her hand. “Where’s Brittany?”
“She’s coming to your house directly, let’s go fast.” Janice said, pulling me to my car.
“Don’t pack too much.” Ace reminded making Janice roll her eyes.
“Don’t tell us what to do. We are women, we’ll do the exact opposite.”
“No entering the kitchen.” My mother’s strict tone made Logan and Alan freeze right at the kitchen door.
“We didn’t even make any noise.” Logan muttered unbelievably.
“Sixth sense.” Alan whispered back and then his eyes widened in horror. “Or mutant.”
I rolled my eyes. “My mother’s still angry about you two eating all her cookies without asking her.” I informed them.
“Only two cookies allowed.” My mother shouted from the living room and Logan and Alan instantly scrambled inside, going straight for the cookie jar.
“Two not twenty.” I reminded them, walking to my mom.
“Hello Janice, Brittany.” She smiled at them. “How’s your sister Janice?”
“Actually we came to talk about that. Lacy isn’t feeling too well and my parents have gone on a business trip for one week. I was hoping Joanna could stay with me until my parents come. Please?” Janice made her most innocent face and pleading eyes, that girl could become an actress.
“You don’t have to ask Janice.” Mother turned to me. “You know the rules. You will call me every day without fail, no parties or drinking or drugs. If you become pregnant I take the baby and disown you. If you get STD, I put you into rehab. And keep that tattoo guy away from you.”
Only if she knew I was staying with him and sleeping besides him for the next few days.
“Take care of Lacy and keep in touch. Now excuse me, I need to make sure my precious cookies are not over.” Mom walked away.
“Stay away from that tattoo guy.” Brittany repeated, howling with laughter, slapping her knees so hard I was sure they were going to bruise.
“I know. I had tough time controlling my laughter that time.” Janice joined her. I winced, afraid they might die choking on the laughter.
“If your mother comes to know, she’ll disown you anyways, pregnant or not.” Brittany forced out between laughter, slumping on the couch. A stray tear on her cheek.
Maybe they should choke. “Shut up and start packing.” I grumbled, walking to my room.
Brittany pulled me back as we entered my room. “We will pack. I don’t trust your choice of clothing.”
I scowled at her. “No thanks.”
“She’s right Joanna, you are staying with a guy. We will pack accordingly.” Janice said, walking to my inner garments drawer. I groaned loudly.