Peace. Love. Zombies.

Chapter 2: Please Believe Me!

We arrived at Baton Rouge the next day at approximately 1 PM. People walked the streets with smiles on their faces. They had no idea of the catastrophe that was making its way here. I pulled my car into the parking lot of a hotel. It looked maybe 40 stories tall. I put our weapons in a duffle bag, our food and drinks in a different duffle bag and our clothes and money in a simple bookbag. I gave Eli the duffle bag with the food in it and carried the other two myself. I ran a hand through my hair and got out of the van. I opened the back seat door and Eli hopped out. With a smile, he held out an arm for me to hold. I rolled my eyes but accepted it nonetheless. We walked into the hotel looking like a young couple.

“May I help you?” the man at the front desk asked. He had a fake French accent. I smirked, deciding maybe I should mess with his head.

"Oui, puis-je avoir une suite au dernier étage? Nous allons rester ici pendant quelques jours, Merci."  I said to him. He justlookedat me with a confusion on his face. I bit the inside of my cheek to keep myself from laughing. Eli had a smile on his face. The man turned to him.

“What did she say?” he asked with a confused face.

“Whisper-moi ce que vous avez dit, je n'écoutais pas.”I rolled my eyes but repeated what I said in English.

“My girlfriend said she would like a suite on the top floor because we’ll be staying here for a few days. Oh and bring some Champaign please.” He told the man. I glared at Eli and he looked at me with a smirk on his face.  The man nodded and gave us a key. We smiled and went to our room.

 “You’re so annoying,” told him as we stepped into the elevator.

“I know,” he laughed. When the doors began to close I put down the duffle bag, but then a hand stood in the way. A boy came walked in probably fifteen. He had dark brown hair and green eyes. His lips were a tad fuller than normal boys. He had no shirt on which gave me the opportunity to stare at his toned chest and abs. He wore a pair of black cargo shorts and his Fruit of the Loom underwear could be seen. I giggled when I saw them. He wore a pair of black Reeboks.

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer,” he said in an amused tone. I blushed and held out my hand.

“I’m Gwyn,” I told him.

He shook my hand. “I’m Blake,” he smiled an award-winning smile. I turned a few shades darker.

“And I’m Eli, Gwyn’s boyfriend,” Eli said, putting a protective arm around my shoulder. I glared at him and he just shrugged his shoulders.

“We’re not together,” I said quickly.

“So you’re breaking up with me?” Eli asked with a realistic pain.

“Sure whatever, Eli,” I said glaring up at him- he was a good four inches taller than me. I turned back to Blake. “So we’re gonna be here for a few days, why don’t you meet me at my room? We could hang out or something.”

“Or,” he said, “We could meet up at the pool? How does midnight work for you?”

I bit my lip and kept the smile on my face. “Sounds great!” The elevator came to an abrupt stop. I stumbled but steadied moments later. I stepped off and smiled when Blake followed. “Well my rooms down there, I think,” I told him pointing down the brightly colored corridor.

“Mine is down there,” he said pointing in the other direction.

“Well then I guess I’ll see you at midnight,” I smiled.

“Yeah see ya then,” he smiled back. With that we walked away. I ran down to our room and opened the door beating Eli there. I walked in quickly and dropped the bags on the bag. I opened the bookbag and took out $60. I put the key in my back pocket and walked out the door just as Eli was reaching for the handle.