Road Trip

Road Trip: Chapter Five

My mom had taken on the role of assigning rooms. And I had no idea why. She had decided the only way to organise us was to pay for three rooms- because obviously three rooms was enough for seven people.

She has decided that her and Matt would bunk in one room, Logan and Grace in another, and Molly, Lucille and I in the final one.

This was so unfair.

Showing my hair up into a towel, I stepped out of the motel bathroom, crossing the bright red carpet to my bed, all the while ignoring my sister and her pain in the ass friend.

God did I need some sleep.

Pulling back the sheets, I practically through myself into the single bed, wrapping myself in the duvet and tried to ignore the smell of damp that accompanied the yellow-tainted bed sheet.

"Bet-" Molly started, before she was interrupted by the sound of our door being pushed open and promptly shut.

There stood Logan, in nothing but a plain white vest top and a pair of baby blue boxers, sporting a very pissed off expression. Lucille quickly sat up from her position in her bed, and I didn't miss the way she let her pyjama top fall down slightly to expose her cleavage.

Slut.

"You alright there, Lo?" Molly asked, a perfectly plucked eyebrow raised slightly on her perfectly clear forehead.  

"No, no I'm not Molly. Grace is asleep and just as I'm about to get some much needed and even more deserved sleep, Dad and your so called mother decide it's time to...christen their new room."

Molly let out a giggle when he shivered at the last part of his sentence, whereas I pulled my face and Lucille just looked confused.

"I thought you only got christened when you were a baby? You never told me your Mom was religious," She stated, turning to look at my baby sister.

Her reply was simply three blank stares. Eventually she rolled her eyes and lay back down in a huff.  It was a good thing that girl had looks, because she was definably missing a few cells in that cocktail of a 'brain'.

"So anyway, back to the point. I'll be bunking with you guys tonight." He stated, flicking the lock on the door before bounding across the floor and ripping the covers from me. Before I could even protest- or ask what the hell he was doing, he'd thrown all of his six foot something body into my bed.

"Turn the lights out, would ya Moll?" He muttered, digging his knee into my back causing me to jolt forward, giving him more room. Molly didn't answer, but a few seconds after Logan finished talking the room fell dark, followed up by the sound of a body falling onto one of these squeaky mattresses.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" I hissed, trying to turn around in this tiny, single bed.

Trust me, when I say single, I mean single.

"Shhh," he muttered, rearranging his neck on my pillow before lazily draping his heavy arm over my waist.

"We'll talk in the morning, doll. Right now, we sleep."

I thought about telling him to fuck off, and then I pondered the idea of just trying to push him out the bed; all I could remember though was the other morning when I tried to remove him from the kitchen chair- and the smell of OJ.

And because of this, I begrudgingly closed my eyes, making  sure to keep my body stiff.

I wanted to put up a fight, hell I wanted a fight. But the room was so dark and the sound of Molly's even breaths were so soothing and Logan was so warm that I felt myself relax against my will, my eyes becoming very heavy inside my skull.

The last thing I remembered before I fell off to sleep was Logan- his arm pulling me tighter to his chest as he nuzzled his nose into the back of my neck.