Hell and back [Dukesaw fic]

Temporary motel

Veronicas POV

After the final bell rings, and releases us for the day, Heather drags me to the bathroom. I clumsily stumble over my feet as we dodge other people in the hall.

"What gives?" Heather scoffs, "why can't you stay the night? You just did last night!"

"I'm sorry, it's just really hard to do this," I say setting my backpack on the ground, "you know this, you're lucky I'm able to talk to you now. We've just gotta get through this week. You can do that right?"

"Yeah, of course I can. I just miss you."

"It's only been a few days," I say with a laugh, "we'll hang out soon, okay?"

I pick up my backpack, and sling it over my shoulder. I give her a quick kiss, and scan the partaking lot, quickly remembering that I don't have my car. Heather drove me here. I won't go home obviously, maybe a motel or something until I can. I'm still a bit mad at her for that.

"Can you still drive me..." I pause, "somewhere? Like a motel or something so I'll have somewhere to stay."

"Of course," she laughs leading me through the parking lot over to her car, "we'll stop and grab your stuff, and I can drop you back off. And I can give you some cash for a nicer hotel."

"What would I do without you," I say sarcastically getting in the car as she drive off.

"Without me you'd be at your own house right now instead of homeless for two weeks. I'm still sorry for that."

"I know."

After a few more minutes of pleasant conversation and a peaceful car ride, we arrive at Heathers house. We go inside and rush upstairs. I set my backpack off the bed and grab my stuff out of the drawer, tossing it into the bed.

"Do you think We'll be able to do a load of laundry?" I ask looking at the full basket, which is just as full of my clothes as it is Heathers, "wouldn't want to leave with a bag full of dirty clothes."

"Yeah, but I'm not hauling it downstairs."

I take the laundry basket and drag it down stairs, tossing it all in the washer. No wonder she never does her laundry. It's a pain in the ass to take downstairs, plus she's got enough clean clothes in her wardrobe to last a month.

I make my way back upstairs out of breath and collapse on the bed staring up at the ceiling. I love the familiar feeling of her thick comforter hugging my sides as the ceiling fan slowly spins around. I'm really going to miss it.

We listen to the radio for a while as the washer runs, and talk downstairs after we switch it over. Our casual conversation is cut short by the timer going letting us know the dryer is done. I pack up all my clothes back into the bag, along with all the other things I had brought along.

I hop in the passenger seat of her jeep, and she speeds off into the main part of town. We pull up to a local hotel, a fairly nice one too. We get out of the car, and I bring her in for a hug.

"Ill see you at school, okay?" I say as she hugs me tighter.

"Yeah, yeah," she says burying her face into my shoulder, "see you later."

She pulls away and her hands linger it my side for longer than I think she intended. She stares down at her feet keeping her hands at my waist a bit longer before pulling away.

She gets back into her jeep and drives off, leaving me to check into the hotel. I get my room, and toss my stuff onto the bed and getting my bearings on my new living situation for the next two weeks.

I run my hand over the comforter. It's big and plush, but still not the same as Heathers. There's a tv that sits atop a dresser, as well as a simple wooden desk and swivel chair. There's a recliner chair as well.

The bathroom is exactly what you'd expect; nothing fancy, just the basics. Everything about the room is very average. I toss my shoes in the closet, and check out the mini-fridge which sits next to a small cabinet space with a microwave and coffee maker. I'll defiantly be needing that.