Lost

6

Beatrice Prior July 10th, 2005
"Thank you so much Ms.Daniella Port, I'll take your key, don't worry about"
I smile, holding out my hand.
She doesn't even suspect a thing when she hands over her room key.
I place it in my pocket.
"Thanks for staying with us"
She doesn't even say goodbye; well she's in a rush.
She leaves, the dust of the car splattering in my face.
I hope she has enough money for one more night.
I promise we'll pay you back once we get back to New York I think
The door is closed, but I know Tobias is already there.
I knock, before he lets me in.
"Good job" he says, when he opens it,"You just got one more job"
"Let me guess" I roll my eyes, "I have to phone and ask for another night"
"Remember to grab her character well"
Her character:
-rushed.
That's all I got.
He puts a hand I my shoulder; a comforting rub to my shoulder. I smile at him, he smiles back.
There's something there, and even at age twelve, I know it.
Its not awkward tension or anything like that.
It's a good silence.
"Ready?" He asks.
I nod.
I pick up the phone, and dial the number written next to "Mary's Inn Customer Services "
"Hello, this is Shelly from the Inn's customer services, how can I help you"?"
I try to my make my voice deep, but not deep enough to be a man's.
"Hi, this is Daniella Port from room 14B, and I would like one more night"
Normally I would add a please, but Daniella doesn't seem like the type of person.
"Let me check.....yeah. It's vacant. Do you want to pay cash or add it to your credit card?"
"Credit" I say, "And I have the room key"
"Alright Ms.Port. Enjoy your stay"
The line goes dead.
I lay the phone down, and I pump my fists in the air.
"Yes!!!!"
When I turn around Tobias is on a bed.
"You did it?"
I nod.
The grin on my face is plastered there; I did it.
Should I be proud of hacking in someone's credit card?

Tobias Eaton July 10th, 2005
She comes out of the shower in a rose red towel, and I force myself to look away.
I shouldn't have to. I shouldn't want to look in the first place.
"Sorry, I left my clothes here" she says. She picks them off the bed and scurries into the bathroom.
I've only known her for what-three days?
And now is when my hormones decided to kick in. When I'm lost, bunking with a girl.
I'd pick a day with her over any day with Marcus.
I learned more about her; she loves Justin Timberlake (I have no idea who that is. I earned a lecture for it) she loves her dog, Pepper; her brother, mother, and father are bitches to her, but she loves them anyways, and she loves pasta.
I told her about me, too.
But not about Marcus.
Obviously.
Around six, I laid out the map, and we plotted our route, while eating Doritos, our fingers coated with the delicious orange cheese powder.
I used a pen.
From here, a six or seven day hike.
Or we could call the police to take her home.
But they would ask questions.
And we can't create an explanation. I'm sure she could say, "A boy dragged me here"
Mmhmm. Note the sarcasm.
They would ask which boy. She would keep shut. Or not.
This whole experience will make her parents suspicious for the rest of her life; watching her every move.
Her hair was wet from the shower but a leftover comb brushed it smoothly out.
When I met her, her hair was messed up, because of her running around NYC.
"Tris" I say, "We'll be home in six to seven days"
She bites her lip, though not nervously. She was happy; ecstatic.
"What?" I ask.
"Six or seven days free from my parents" she says, her bottom lip springing free from the top row of her teeth.
I smile. I feel the exact same way about Marcus.
"Might as well make the most of this time" she says, "It won't last forever"
I smile at her.
Before, she didn't seem like the type of girl. It's like she's gone through some sort of....transformation. But I'm not complaining.
"You're absolutely right. What should we do on the way?"
I sound ridiculous. Like this is a road trip.
But it's not.
"We'll wing it" she says.
I like this girl.
Now, I'm not afraid to admit it to myself.
She's my kind of person.
Winging life.
Living life as it comes to her.
That's Tris Prior for you.