Drive

Chapter 4

The hour long drive to the hotel was the longest drive in Roman's life, somehow topping the nine hour drive from the day previous. Remy played music rather loudly, singing along much louder than they had before. Honestly Remy seemed a lot more sociable as well, constantly starting to have conversations with Roman, who would mostly nod along and hum and give short responses, because every time he looked at Remy, all he could remember was what happened that morning, how it had felt, how it still made him feel, and it would steal his words.

But he would be damned if he for one moment admitted he was wasting any thought on it. He still didn't know how to feel, whether it even mattered or not. He wasn't in a relationship, and wasn't pining over anyone, so he was, in a sense, free game. Same with Remy, though they did have a reputation for having more relationships than the next person. Not to say they were whorish, that is.

But then again, it wasn't like they had agreed they were exclusive from now on. They weren't boyfriends. But then again, Roman had enjoyed it and maybe wanted to kiss Remy again? Once they had started kissing each other, Remy's lips on his, hot breaths between them, hands tracing the edges of the others body- they had probably done it just to confuse him, Roman reasoned. Just to screw with him and make this trip even worse. Just to-

"So breakfast-" Remy started, pulling Roman from his thoughts, "any ideas? I'm hungry and we blew through most of the snacks last night."

"Patton said there's breakfast provided by the hotel," Roman answered quieter than usual. "I'm willing to wait till we get there."

"Fair enough," Remy shrugged. "Unless you want to go somewhere just the two of us," they added. Roman chose to believe this was not them flirting or trying to get rise our of them, but simply a friendly offer, which he chose to decline.

"No, I'm good," Roman insisted. "I just want to go to the hotel so we can ditch our stuff, maybe get a nap in before we go to the beach."

"Oh that's today, is it?" Remy hummed. Roman nodded. He couldn't help the images that flashed in his mind, fantasies of what Remy would look like laying in the sun, the light embracing their body. Roman forced those thoughts away. His attraction to Remy made him hate them more. Someone so bitchy didn't deserve to be so attractive. Roman decided to busy his thoughts by looking out the window at the dark landscape outside, trying to make anything out of the shadows.

Roman could not have been more relieved when they arrived at the hotel. Driving for a full day and sleeping in a car on subpar food and dealing with Remy meant he was absolutely drained. He wanted nothing more than to drop into a bed and go to sleep. And he was close to doing so, he just needed to actually get into the hotel. So close but do far-

"Come on babes," Remy said, pulling Roman's door open. Remy had already grabbed Roman's suitcase and duffel bag. Roman hummed in slight confusion. When had Remy gotten out of the car? "Get your ass up," Remy encouraged. Roman could see some amount of amusement in their eyes, as their sunglasses were still on their head from when they had been driving, and it was still too dark out to put them on.

"Didn't realize you were a morning person," Roman grumbled. He swung his backpack out of his lap and onto his shoulder as he obliged.

"I'm not," Remy responded as they leaned in to grab their backpack from where it had been in the space where Roman's feet had been. Neither of them had bothered to move Remy's stuff around for the hour long trip here. "I just want to get to a fucking bed," they said, pulling out of the car and shutting the door. They locked it before handing the keys off to Roman , who shoved them in his pocket. Roman laughed a little.

"Amen," he muttered in agreement. Roman secured his backpack and used his foot to kick his suitcase into an angled position so it rolled behind him, positioning the duffel on top. He asked Remy if they had everything, and given their nod, Roman ensured they had locked the car once again, pulling on the door handle just to make sure. Then the two walked to the hotel lobby in silence. No sooner had Roman entered the lobby did he hear someone yell his name.