The Three Bros

[31] An Idea

Blaire's POV

"I'm bored," Molly admits.

A week has now passed, and nothing eventful really happened. Though, Damien was surely out of the hospital, as Molly told me.

Now, we were just at a random fast-food restaurant. And by we, I mean me, Molly, Ian, Myles, and Bia.

"What are we gonna do about it?" Bia retorts.

"Actually," Myles cuts in. "There is something we can do about it, Molls."

Molly instantly brightens at the thought. She opens her mouth, but Ian speaks first.

"Please tell me your not thinking of going there with them," Ian groans. "We already told dad we didn't want to."

"Only because it was boring," Myles says. "We've been there more than ten times, so the place isn't really exiting. But it will be for them."

"Ooh," Bia cuts in. "Your taking me somewhere, Myles?"

"No," Ian answers before Myles. "You know their only giving us one room."

"One room?" Myles asks. "More like one living room and four bedrooms."

"Still," Ian insists. "There are only four rooms. And if we're all going, Stella will insist on bringing Ryder, so there are six of us."

"The beds are huge!" Myles argues. "Could fit three people!"

"Would you like to share a room with someone?" Ian counters.

Myles blushes. "Your right," he slumps on his seat. "Ooh, but we could always pay for another room."

"And knowing Aunt Stacy, she'd give it for free, and that'd be taking advantage of her hospitality."

It seemed like he had a remark for everything.

"Fine," Myles gives in.

"What are you guys talking about?" I finally speak up.

"You see," Bia says. "Their aunt owns a--- DID YOU JUST KICK ME?" She glares at Ian.

"Your acting like it hurt," he rolls his eyes.

"Myles," Bia turns to him. "He kicked me!"

Myles sighs, "Say sorry."

"In your face!" Bia cheers.

"But it wasn't---" Ian starts.

"Just say it," Myles groans. "Your acting like a kid."

"Fine, sorry Bia."

"Yes!"

Ian only mutters something, but I'm pretty sure I heard ' bitch'.

"Anyway, before I was rudely interrupted," Bia continues. "Their aunt owns this really expensive, super huge, five star hotel. Though they have special "rooms" at the top floor. Four bedrooms, and one living room per room. She offers Ryder, Ian, and Myles a room there every once a year. They could bring friends too."

"How would you even know that?" Ian gives her a look.

She simply shrugs, "I might have overheard your parents telling you that your aunt sent another invite."

"I think it'd be fun," Molly says.

"We didn't ask for your option," Ian groans.

"Are you okay?" I chuckle, nudging him.