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Chapter 32: Motel

George POV

“So how is your date going?” Wilbur asked over the phone. “I figured that you would be back by now rambling about something that had happened.”
“Oh please,” I rolled my eyes at his comment. “I am not that predictable.” As I spoke I leaned back on the bed.

Clay and I had walked to the motel and checked into our room, it was only twenty minutes and we had been playfully bantering with each other the entire walk. It was one room, with a kitchen down one end and a living room set up down the other end. There was also a bathroom connecting onto the kitchen, which Clay was currently in having a shower.

I was laying on one of the two single beds, talking to Wilbur while I was waiting for the bathroom to be free so I could have a shower myself. The blond had brought us both a pair of clothes to wear overnight.

He had purchased a hoodie and sweatpants in my size for me to wear, which I told him off for when he showed it. I would have been fine just sleeping in my clothes, and I told him that. There was no need for him to spend more money than he already had, but he had ignored me.

“You are definitely that predictable.” Wilbur replied. “Remember when you went to spend the weekend with your parents back during university? You came back and spent hours ranting about a conversation you had at dinner.”
“That is just one example from years ago.” I scoffed. “Doesn’t prove it happens all the time.”

“Whatever,” Wilbur responded. “So what is your plan? Are you coming home or do I get to crash here at your house for the night?”
“We are spending the night at a motel. You can stay at mine, just don’t make a mess or have some kind of party.” I responded, only to hear celebrating ‘whoops’ from his end of the call.

“Does this mean that the date went well?” He asked. “Are you two wanting to spend some quality alone time?” I blushed at the implications of what he meant before shaking my head.
“No, it’s not like that. Clay brought alcohol for us to drink… well he drank, but he couldn’t drive so we walked to a motel nearby. He’d booked us a room cause he’d thought it might happen.”

“Shame, but it is still nice that you two are spending time together.” From through the relatively faint walls of the motel room I could hear the water shutting off in the bathroom as Clay got out of the shower. “So, what about the interview? When is it? What are you two planning on doing for that?”

“Clay said that he’d take care of all of that, but I am pretty sure that it is this weekend that we are going to the show.” I explained. “I talked to him and he said that he could get you a seat, if you aren’t working.”
“That’ll be cool. I can sit in the front row and scream about how I know you personally.”

“Weirdo.” I scoffed, before noticing the door of the bathroom opening. “I have to go now.” I said to my friend. “Shower is free and it’s kinda cold in the motel room. I want a hot shower and then to go to bed.”
“Alright, see you George. And make sure you wear protection if anything does happen!”

He hung up before I could say anything else and my face began to turn even more red than it had been. I buried my head in my hands at the thought that Wilbur put into my head before hearing Clay talk. “What’s going on?” He questioned. “Are you alright?”
“Yeah, I’m fine.” I muttered, still looking into my hands. “Wilbur just said something weird…”

“What did he say?” At the blond’s question I looked up, only to see that he was shirtless and with a towel around his waist. That definitely wasn’t helping…
“Just some comments about our date.” I brushed it off. “Nothing too major. So why are you out here not wearing anything?” I questioned.

“Oh, sorry about this.” Clay replied, rolling his eyes. “I forgot to bring my clothes in with me, I’m just gonna grab them, go in and change, and then you can feel free to shower yourself.” He smiled at me before grabbing the clothes he’d set out on the bed and beginning to head back towards the bathroom.

“And by the way, before I got in the shower I posted that picture of us on Twitter, if you wanted to check it out.” He added on, and I muttered a ‘thanks I will’ before he returned to the bathroom. I heard the sound of the lock clicking on the door before going onto Twitter.

It took a minute or so to load because of the motel's bad wifi, but when it came up the first thing on my feed was the picture of myself and Clay. It read ‘Went for a picnic today with the nice weather. The landscape wasn’t the only good view I got 😏’ before tagging me. I smiled as I read it, but the comments made me smile even more.

All of the comments were saying things about how cute we were together, or just things like ‘aww’ and ‘omg’. I went through and like a lot of them before deciding to respond with a comment myself, an equally flirty ‘I got a good view too’ and a couple emojis which I felt fit the message.

Once I had posted it I took a few seconds to admire what I said, predicting that the second I refreshed the page it would already be filled up with similar messages of ‘aww’ and ‘omg’. But I didn’t get the chance to do that, since Clay stepped out of the bathroom and threw his towel on the bed, loudly exclaiming that the bathroom was free.

I shut off my phone before thanking him as I grabbed my clothes. He watched me as I walked into the bathroom and shut the door. I didn’t bother to lock it, knowing that the blond knew I was in here and so he would steer clear. Then I pulled off my shirt and pants, stripping down until I was naked.

The bathroom was warm after steam from Clay’s shower had mingled with the air, yet I still let out a shiver as I stepped into the shower myself. As I showered I couldn’t help but recount fond memories from today, yet I couldn’t help but worry about what that interview was going to be like.

My hands moved to grab the shampoo and I ran it through my hair, enjoying the coconut smell as I did. When I had finally finished and dried and dressed I stepped out of the room, smelling like coconut and feeling warm and fuzzy.

Clay was sitting on his bed scrolling on his phone, but he smiled up at me before beckoning me over to lay with him, something which I eagerly did.
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