"My little Roggie!" A short older woman grabs Roger. Roger chuckles and puts a hand on this ladies back.
"And who's this?" She points at me. I immidiatly get ten times more nervous than I already was. I just want to vanish. I should have said no to this stupid thing.
"This is my boyfriend, Brian." Roger says with a small smile.
"Oh my... It is a pleasure to meet you Brian. I'm Roger's grandmother. You can call me Sally, Sal for short. Come in, come in. I'll lead you two to your room. The rest of the family should be here shortly." Huh, we're first.
Roger is always late, I'm always ealry. But, when we're together, Roger's absence seems to cancel out my early arrivals.
"Your room is upstairs, first door on the left." Sally instructs. I don't even want to think about how we'll have to share a bed for the next two weeks.
"How are you feeling?" Roger whispers to me as we walk up the wooden stairs.
"Nervous. I'm not sure why I agreed to this stupid plan." I huff as I open the bedroom door.
"Because you love me." Roger giggled.
"Whatever." I ignored the pink that stuck onto my cheeks, Roger didn't seem to notice. He was too busy belly flopping onto our bed.
"It's pretty comfortable." Roger's voice is muffled from his face being pressed against the sheets.
"I would hope so. I don't want to sleep on an uncomfortable bed for the next two weeks." I state.
I was just about to get somewhat comfortable with my surrondings until I heard voices and laughing come from downstairs.
"God, I can hear my uncle's laugh from here." Roger huffs as he gets up from the clean bed.
"Well, we better not waste any more time. Who knows what my grandma thinks we're doing up here." It took me a minute to understand what Roger was getting at.
"Oh? Oh... Ew!" I slap Roger's shoulder as he giggles like an idiot.
Roger reaches for my hand. I look over at him to see the blonde boy already looking up at me.
"Let's get this over with." I whisper.
"You wound me." Roger chuckles before he opens the bedroom door.
AN
-GROOVYLADY
