What The Hell?!

Finding Answers

Lauren*

Poke.Poke.Poke. " Why the hell are you touching me." Anger clear in my rising voice, as I rolled over to see Ross. " Because, visiting hours in the hospital have started, and we need as much time as possible with Marissa." I groaned, flipping the blankets over my face.

I felt the blankets being peeled off of my skin, icy cold air enveloping me, goosebumps rising on my arms. " Ross!" I protested, curling into a ball. I felt a huge pair of arms wrap around my waist, hauling me out of the bed. " Come on sleeping beauty, wakey wakey." I yelped as he tossed me over his shoulder, my bare legs hitting his chest.

I was in a pair of black shorts and a purple tank top, making me freeze in the unheated motel room. Next thing I know I'm being sat on a cold, hard, tiled floor, the flickering florescent light in the bathroom burning my eyes. My bag hit me in my face as I glared at Ross. " Ass face, jerk monkey, stupid head." I muttered, not my proudest moment I admit, but it made me feel better.

I heard his chuckle reverbirating off the stained walls, the door slamming shut. I stripped off my tank top, slipping my shorts down and walking to my bag that lay strewn about the floor. I stood only in my deep green underwear set, covered in black lace when the door swung open again. I screeched finding the nearest object, a bar of soap, chunking it at the smirking jerk in the door way.

" What a pleasant surprise, by the way you have three minutes to get ready. Chop, chop." His gaze was fixed on my breast the whole time, earning another object thrown his way. He threw his hands up in surrender, shutting the door. Grumbling incoherently to myself as I tossed on a grey long sleeved v-neck with a pair of white skinny jeans. I put my hair in a sloppy side bun, brushing back the falling tendrils framing my face.

I clutched my bag to my chest, leaving the bathroom to meet a pleasant sight. Ross, in all his shirtless glory, his toned chest in my line of view. The tattoo on his chest, a spiraling design, beautifully standing out. I looked away hastily, heaving my bag at him. Unlike me, he caught the bag, smirking at me. " Nice try, but not all of us are uncoordinated." I was slightly distracted, still sleepy, and also just couldn't think of a retort as I stuck my tongue out.

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Ross*

I knew we had to get to the hospital to start our search for Christi, each passing moment she could be being tortured or even..., dead. I needed to stop getting distracted by Lauren and start getting my priorities straight. But I just couldn't get her out of my head. She was almost always there and it was driving me insane.

I don't know whats happening with us, and I'm not sure if I should welcome or banish it. Frankly, it was horrifying. " Come on Ren." I had just pulled into the full parking lot of the hospital, currently trying to wake the sleeping Lauren.

She moaned, unknowingly turning me on. I clenched my fist, containing myself just barely. Her beautiful blue eyes fluttered open, slitting slighting when the bright light of the sun hit them. " Are we there yet?" She mumbled, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. " Yeah, come on, we've gotta get in there." I stepped from the car, shoving the keys in my back pocket.

I yanked her door open, unbuckling her seat belt. I slipped my right hand under her thighs, left hand behind her back, enjoying the surprised squeak she gave. " What the hell? Put me down!" She pounded on my chest, hardly effecting me, but she was still cute when she was mad. " You were being slow, I was meerily speeding up the process." " Well I'm awake now, put me down." I shook my head, cradling her with one hand as I opened the door of the Hospital.