Not A Fairytale

Chapter 1 (His POV)

"Welcome to Blue Hotel, may I help you?" the girl receptionist greeted me with a smile as I went near the desk.

"Ca—"

"O my god! Aren't you the famous Dr. Smith?" some girl interrupted and with her short and fitting dress, she totally looks like a hooker.

"One bedroom please." I answered the receptionist, completely ignoring the girl beside me. Gladly she knew what to do and just kept her mouth shut as she nodded in response.

"Here's the key, Sir." She handed me a card for a key to my room but there was another hand reaching out to it.

"Excuse me? I believe this is the key to MY room" I really emphasized it for this hooker to understand.

"You mean OUR room?" Isn't she disgusted by what she just said? OUR? And she even bothered to emphasize it? Talk about desperate flirt.

"Hey!" I heard her scream as I pull the card out of her grasp. Call me rude, but no way am I going to respect people who don't even deserve an ounce of it.

I went in square shaped elevator with a gold colored door in it.

Room 14-3

I looked over to the card key in my hands which was also golden designed and it has the name of the hotel on it with my room number so I pressed the 14th floor but before the door would completely close.

"Wait!" Oh, you have got to be kidding me.

"Hi." She even greeted me with a big smile as if that scene didn't just happen.

I ignored her as usual.

"I'm Monique Collins, by the way." She reached out her hand to me but I looked away instead. I'm not interested, just so you know.

I looked up to see that it's already the 13th floor and I'm almost there. Damn, she talks a lot and her voice is so loud that it's resonating in this small amount of space.

*ting*

Good heavens! I've never been more grateful for that elevator sound.

"Call me!" I heard her say as I was going out of the elevator.

I turned to look at her and said: "I'm sorry, Miss. I don't talk to strangers." Then the elevator door closed. In her face! As if I'd take interest in girls like her.

Ugh. I just got here and look at the amount of headache that I got.

Just a few steps away was my room and when I went in, the first thing that I noticed was the simple but peaceful ambiance of the room so I just put my suitcase on the floor beside my bed and upon hearing my phone vibrating, I fished it out and looked at the caller ID.

Nuisance Calling... Oh c'mon!

"What?" Talk about major additional pain in the head.

"Well, I didn't know that what is the new hello now?" He's annoying as always.

"What do you want?" I'm dead tired from the trip and here he goes, prolonging the agony.

"Gusto ko lang sabihin na nakakatampo ka! Hindi mo man lang sinabi sa kin na nandito ka na pala sa Pilipinas." He sounds so gay.

"Why do I have to tell you? Last time, I checked you're not my mother nor my girlfriend." The last two people that I would have in this world.

"OA mo naman. Bestbuds kaya tayo! At wag ka ngang magenglish-english diyan! Nasa Pilipinas ka na, masungit ka pa rin." Bestbuds? Seriously? He's the only one who thinks of it that way. I never thought of him as a friend or anyone else for that matter.

"Oo nah. Nagtagalog na ko kaya pwede ba? Wag mo na kong disturbuhin." What the hell? Did I just speak tagalog? Marunong pa pala ako.

"Pfft..." I can hear him laughing in the other line and he is really crossing the line now.

"Te—" I ended the call. He'll just annoy me to eternity as always and that's the sole reason on why I didn't tell him that I was coming back.

I turned my phone off and put it in the bedside table because I know that there are a lot more people bugging me for my return then I lay on my bed and as I try to close my eyes and sleep.

I can't help but think:

I'm so not glad to be back.