Stealing Secrets

Arrival

Ok so I'll try and make this at least a thousand words. This chapter is really just introducing the hotel.
TW: SWEARING, OVERWORKING

After forever, and everyone half asleep, they arrived. Tommy remembered Tubbo saying it was fancy, but this was beyond fancy. It was tall with beautiful gold lining, with white as the main color. Tommmy could just see a huge maze behind the hotel. In gold letters, a sign said, Gogh Hotel. "Gogh Hotel?" George read. "Like the painter?" "Who? Tubbo asked. " Van Gogh, he painted the starry night." George answered. "Oh ok." Tubbo acted as if he knew what he was talking about. They walked inside the big doors of the Hotel.

It was enormous. There was a whole spa at one side, with a pool just outside the room. There were elevators at both sides . On the other side, was a indoor greenhouse. It had butterflies flying about, benches to sit on, and a fountain. Down the garden, was a restaurant. All day breakfast, serving a new special meal everyday. It was beautiful. Customer service was down a blood red carpet with gold lining. It was more then just fancy. "I'll get us a private room, I'll share a room with Tommy, Tubbo you can share a room with George." Wilbur said as he walked down the carpet.

Tommy felt a bit underdressed. He was only wearing a red polo shirt with black shorts. He felt like they all should be wearing suits at the very least. George sat down on a couch while waiting for Wilbur. Tubbo sat down next to to him and Tommy just sat on the floor. It was a small couch. "Ok! I got us the keys. Follow me." Everyone grabbed their stuff and followed after Wilbur. Instead of walking to an elevator, he walked to the green house where there was a door with a sign that read, PRIVATE ROOMS. They walked inside, there was a room at the end of the hallway. With long stairs going up. They walked past a few rooms, empty or not, when they finally reached their rooms.

"K, here's your guys rooms. Your one up." Wilbur said, handing George a keycard. "Ughhhh, more climbing?" George complained. Tubbo grabbed George's wrist and dragged him up. "Come on George! Get up! Quit whining." He said as he pulled him upstairs. Wilbur grabbed their keycard and opened the door. It was kinda big. There were two beds against the wall. With a bathroom in between them and a small chest for clothes at the end of each bed. There was an air com right next to the door with a light switch on the other side. The sort of kitchen (really just a microwave, a not very mini fridge, and some cupboards). There were three stools with a table. It kind of look like a bar because of some bottle holders for wine. (Not sure what they're called). There was a balcony at the far side of the room with two beige leather couches and a tiny table in between.

On each nightstand next to the beds, was a telephone for room service. Each wall was decorated with Van Gogh paintings only Wilbur could really recognize. "Holy shit, this is huge!" Tommy shouted. "I know! Can you believe we're staying here for two weeks?" Wilbur shouted back. "It looks awesome"-  Tommy stopped himself. "Wait, two weeks?" "Yeah, I got Tubbo to tell you one so you'd go. You'll live."

Tommy panicked. He had his essay due the day he gets back. Now I know what your thinking (maybe) "But doesn't he have a whole bunch of information??" Yes, he does, but he doesn't know that. He thinks it's only half of what he needs to tell. The reason he feels like this, is cause he thought he was slacking off for a while, and wants to make it up to everyone. So he's turned to overworking. Its an unhealthy habit. And if your doing it or know someone who is. Stop. Please. It's a terrible thing. Don't do this to yourself. And don't let anyone do it to their self either.

Anyways, Wilbur thought that lying to him would help, but it's only going to make things worse. "I'll start working on my essay." Tommy said, trying to sound calm. "But you just got here, don't you wanna explore? Unpack at least?" Wilbur sounded angry, and worried. "I'll do that later, but I got to get this done." Tommy said reassuringly. But no way was Wilbur gonna let that slide. He grabbed his and Tommy suitcase, unpacked his, then Tommy's. Walked over to him.
"Tommy, you done yet?" "No, not for a while."

Wilbur sighed and said. "Sorry about this." "Wha- AHH!" Tommy was in the air, being held tight by Wilbur. "WILBUR SOOT, PUT ME THE FUCK DOWN." "QUIT DOING WORK, AND COME WITH US." Wilbur put him on the ground at the door. "PUT ON YOUR SHOES AND I SWEAR TO GOD, YOU CAN DO YOUR ESSAY WHEN WE GET BACK." Tommy mumbled something as Wilbur called George for them to meet at the greenhouse. Tommy felt murderous as he walked out the door, never to forgive Wilbur.

"Let's go." Wilbur said as he locked the door. They walked down the stairs and waited outside the door. After a few minutes, George and Tubbo could be heard bickering up the stairs. "You take FOREVER." Tubbo shouted. "Not my fault I suck at lacing up my shoes." "Yes it is dumb ass!" Tubbo could be heard smacking George on the head. "OW, what the hell!"
"Are you done?" Tommy yelled at them. "What's got you grumpy?" Tubbo asked. "Oh funny story-" Tommy elbowed Wilbur in the ribs to shut him up. "Let's go eat breakfast!" George suggested. "I'm starving."

They started walking toward the restaurant. Tommy chasing Tubbo for some reason. Wilbur yelling at them to quit it, and George trying not to laugh. They finally got to the restaurants big red doors. It was big, but almost empty. I mean, it was 3 o'clock in the afternoon. "Hello! Someone will be with you in a second." The waiter said. "Why's it so dark in here?" George asked. "There's almost no windows."
After a few minutes of standing and their legs getting tired. A waiter got back to them. "Hello, follow me." He said in a tired but trying voice.

They all followed the waiter to a booth in the middle. He laid down the menus at walked off. (I'm not gonna go over them ordering) Tommy got grilled cheese, Tubbo got some salad, Wilbur got water, and George got pancakes. Almost everyone just got water, Tommy got milk. Once everyone got their food, they all ate. Not saying anything. Til Tommy put syrup on Tubbo's salad, he was almost done anyway. So Tubbo put mayonnaise in Tommy's drink, then it turned into this food battle that got pretty bad, so Wilbur joined in and George just sat there and let it happen, until they were kicked out. When they started to leave, Tubbo and Tommy started bullying Wilbur. George just watched.

So overall, they had a good time, except for the food.
Tommy and Tubbo decided to explore the hotel a bit,  and Wilbur forced them to call him every 10 minutes.
"I should do a vlog in this." Tommy suggested. "Nah, Wilbur wouldn't be to happy about it, anyway, where do you wanna go?" "Lets look up stairs." Tommy answered. Tubbo started pushing Tommy around after a bit. Which soon turned into a harmless fight. When they got back, Tommy went straight to work. If Wilbur hadn't stopped him, he would've done it all night. He got a lot done, and for once after a while, he was pleased.

I WILL CONTINUE THIS. IF YOU LIKE IT, YAY, I WIL TRY TO DO ONE OR MORE CHAPTERS EVERYDAY