After getting our keys and heading up to our rooms, Micah and I work on unloading all of our stuff. It takes a good hour or so but eventually we are able to sit back and enjoy the view of the snowy slopes down below.
Our room is decently spacious. Upon entering the room there are two doors, one immediately on the right and one immediately on the left. Those are the bathroom and tiny kitchen area. Once you make it through the entryway the room opens up quite a bit. The wall opposite the front door is entirely made up of windows, hence the cool ski slope view.
On one side of the room, there are two queen-sized beds, one for Micah and one for me. Between our beds are two dressers, each with a power strip and lamp resting on top. Across from our beds are the TV and couch. There are two doors on either side of the TV that have deadbolts on them. Micah and I get up to check them out.
I knock on one door and Micah knocks on the other. After about a minute, we receive two knocks from the other side in response. We both look at each other and shrug, undoing the deadbolts and slowly opening the doors. We are greeted by two familiar faces, Joe and Foster. This must be what Mr. Rennet meant.
"Howdy ladies," Foster crosses the threshold between rooms to investigate our 'bachelorette pad' as he so lovingly called it. Joe follows directly behind him, poking his head into different doors and attempting to open dresser drawers before being swatted at by Micah.
"Seriously, can we not get a little privacy in here?" Micah shouts at her guy.
"What? it's not like I haven't seen it before," he states. Micah's face burns a bright red. Joe chuckles and pulls her into a hug. "Sorry to out you like that babe. You know I didn't mean it."
"Don't worry Micah, if it makes you feel any better," Foster eyes me up and down before continuing, "I've seen everything before too. If you are interested, we can swap roommates?" This time I'm the one who turns a few shades pinker in response.
Micah pushes away from Joe, stomping over to Foster, "No way lover boy. She is mine for the week. I am not letting you steal her away from me," Micah squeezes me tightly, attempting to bother Foster. He just shoots a sly smile her way.
"I won't steal her away, so long as you let me watch," he jokes. Micah glares at him.
"You perv. That's not what I meant."
"Either way, as long as you are willing to share, I am sure we can come to an agreeable compromise before the night is over," he attempts to bargain with her.
Not wanting to be in the middle of the brawl that might start, I slip away from Micah's grasp and flop into my bed, hiding under the covers. Foster always knows just how to press my buttons. He's lucky he's so darn cute otherwise I would be so much angrier. I feel the bed shift next to me and a familiar heavy pat on my back.
"Are you going to quit hiding or what? I'm starving and if you don't go get your boyfriend in the next few minutes, you might not have one." Joe chuckles and then gets up from the bed slowly approaching to make an attempt to appease the two bickering teens with promises of sustenance.
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Slow Me Down
Romance[18+] Two teens, two tragedies. A young girl and her mother start a new life in a new city, searching for refuge from their past. A young boy is just trying to get through high school without leaving too much of himself. They meet and friendship blo...
