You and Ms Venable are partnered up together for a competition in Kineros Robotics. You're very much a people pleaser and are one of the most popular employees, whilst Ms Venable is well, Ms Venable.
Once we got to the hotel and checked in, we were taken down a little corridor and into the presidential suite, which was huge. My eyes lit up at the size of the room, which was easily the size of my whole downstairs.
"Will that be all?" The doorman said.
"Yes thank you," Ms Venable smiled as he left us to it.
"ITS HUGE!" I screamed, jumping up and down.
"Calm down,"
"LOOK AT IT!" I was so happy this room was soundproof (😏).
"I can see," she nodded. We were both tired as it was three in the morning and I'm physically unable to sleep on planes and Ms Venable didn't want to go to sleep and leave me to my own thoughts, so we both stayed up together.
"Shit!" She hissed.
"Wassup?"
"There's only one bed," she said, pointing to it.
"Look at the size of it! It's like a double king size! I doubt it really matters, unless you sleep naked," I added.
"I don't,"
"Aww," I whined, laughing lightly so she knew I was joking (or was I (😏) ).
"Do you?"
"No,"
"Hmm, OK," she raised an eyebrow and flopped down on the bed.
"I WANT THE LEFT SIDE!"
"From whose perspective?"
"Standing at the foot of the bed,"
"OK, I wanted the right anyway,"
"Then it works," I smiled, pulling my rainbow blanket out of my bag and throwing it at the bed.
"You brought a blanket to Majorca?"
"Yeah, because I figured I would get too hot under the duvet but too cold without it,"
"Makes sense,"
So I got into my pyjamas in our en-suite and she got changed on our room. I knocked on the door before I went back in, to make sure I wouldn't walk in on a nakey-nakey Ms Venable (not that I would mind).
She laid down on the bed, in a short silk purple nightgown that only just covered the top half of her thighs and watched me run my brush through my hair.
"You OK?" I asked her, looking her in the eyes through the mirror.
"Yeah," but she looked away to say it.
"You seem sad, what's wrong?"
"You're going to find out aren't you?"
"Find out what?" I frowned, turning to look at her. Tears pricked her pretty brown eyes and I kneeled down next to the bed to be level with her.
"I have scoliosis,"
"OK, and?"
"It's bad," the tears fell and I wiped them away one by one.
"I don't care. That won't change how I see you," I whispered, sitting on the edge of the bed and rubbing her arm lightly.
"And how do you see me?"
"I see you as a strong, independent, smart, bitch-ass boss," I giggled, seeing her smile slightly.
"Really?"
"Really,"
"And you don't care that I'm like, ...not right?"
"You're not right, but neither am I, so I guess it doesn't matter,"
"You're not?"
"Oh God no, my mental health is about as stable as my speakers when I watch the Lady Gaga Super Bowl almost every night,"
"You watch that almost every night?"
"Uhhh yeah, Gaga is the elite of society, I honestly don't know why she hadn't been elected president yet,"
"Hmm,"
So I got under the duvet with Ms Venable and traced her spine lightly, letting her know I didn't think any differently about her, which was a lie because it only made me love her even more, which I would never tell anyone.
Lady Fucking Gaga, I was in love with Ms Venable.
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Not me writing this under my blanket with a purple light and my Venny playlist :))
