Two Worlds Distanced

Chapter 92

EZRA

Once I'm off the phone with Rachel, I go over to the mini fridge and grab a water bottle; take a sip of it to relax myself and calm the amount of sweat that's on me because all I can imagine repeatedly is Rachel during the call; luckily I was smart enough to go to the grocery store before booking a room at this fancy ass hotel, and all I brought was a 24 pack of the cheapest beer and another pack of cigarettes since there's only four sticks in the pack.

Minutes later, I walk to my opened suitcase that smells like old smoke from my car and, dirty socks which by now, they are probably walking by itself but I don't give a single fuck including grabbing the only clean pair of underwear in the case and make my way to the shower to scrub the stinkness and calm my horny thoughts about Rachel. God she was so fucking sexy during the phone, well she's fucking sexy just in general. As I wait for the water to get to the hottest sheeting, I grab a white towel off the rack behind me, place it on the floor by the shower as I slip off of my dirty boxers and toss them in the hamper next to the door and, step in the shower; grabbing the rough washcloth, pour some soap on it and rub it down each arm and chest.

I continue rubbing the odd smelling soap onto myself until I feel my body is clean enough, then continue the process with the shampoo and conditioner. I hate using the small hotel bottles, because there's never enough in the bottle to last a few showers if you are staying long. I remember during vacations when my family was not as fucked as is now, my mom would take anything and everything the room supplied you in your stay.

Soaps. Pens. You name it, she grabbed it and stuffed it in hers or my suitcase. I thought she was nuts but it was kinda funny at the time. I miss family vacations, even though they are annoying but I don't even remember the last vacation I had before my family broke apart after losing Sky. She was like the glue or angel in the family. After taking a longer shower than I usually do from being distracted by imaging Rachel during our call, I finally got out of the shower, put on my boxers. I didn't even bother putting on pants or shorts on, I jumped in the full size bed with my feet almost hanging off the bed. Mother fucker. It's one of the many reasons I hate being over 6' feet.

I grab the tv remote from the night stand, and flip through either trashy reality shows like The Real of Housewives of whatever state to games shows before heading off to bed.

...

*Ring Ring*

I slowly open my eyes to instantly hear my phone ringing. I reach for it, rub the blurry vision to notice it's my mom calling, she's probably calling about if I'm coming to the usual office party on Christmas Eve and the dinner party the next day. All I did last year at the party was hooking up with Claire, a copywriter in the storage room, and drinking so much that mom had to call a cab for me at the dinner party; Soon after losing Skylar, I didn't care or enjoy Christmas anymore so I give out gift cards for the Cheesecake Factory to everyone. Who doesn't like different kinds of fatty cheesecake?

"Hello," I answered with a sleepy morning voice.

"Hello son. I didn't mean to wake you this early but I wanted to know if you are coming to the Christmas party? You haven't come in two years," she asked, "You know I hate those parties. People are there for show and tell and to drink expensive booze," I quickly assume that from the truth.

I get out of the hard bed. I hate having any type of hangover; except this one doesn't really hurt as much as I'm used to from the two little tequila bottles that were stored in the mini fridge. I can already hear the disappointment sign from her, "Please Ezra? I haven't seen you in a while. I miss you," she says.

When going over to the bathroom, I take out my shaving things along with a toothbrush and paste; look at the mirror before realizing I don't have the energy to actually do it. I put the shaver and cream back in my bag, and just started brushing my teeth. At the moment, I forgot I had my mom's phone so I put her on speaker even though I knew she was just going to keep blabbing about the upcoming Christmas party.

Those work parties that are thrown every year get more expensive from the caterriers to pricey buying food and wine. I bet a single piece of bread is almost fifty bucks each.

I get finished in the bathroom, and go over to my suitcase, grab anything that's clean since I just threw random shit in there; I know for a fact that Rachel would be rearranging like folding everything if she saw my suitcase. I know now where she got her neat freak disorder from her parents.

"Ezra? Ezra James" I hear my name being called out across the room, "Shit!", I ran back to the bathroom, grabbed the phone, "Sorry mom. What did you say?" I rush to answer back and I can already hear the disappointment from her knowing I was not listening, "Well if you cleaned your ears out, you would have listened. I asked if you are coming to the party?" she screamed out through the phone very loud and, clearly, "I will think about it. Okay, I need to go now," I tell her and hang up before she gets a word out.

...

An hour later, I begin to make my way to Rachel's house when the road is a complete shit show that you can barely see the road; I'm slowly starting to get annoyed by the GPS telling me directions to the house because every house looks the same to me. White picket fence covered by snow, in front of either white or light or dark gray, but I know which one is her from the front of the house looks like Christmas thrown up on it. I drive a little more to notice someone on the sideway and wearing only some ugly pajamas that have a snowman on the shirt and black uggs which are probably now soaked.

No coat? Has this person gone fucking insane for walking in icy cold weather. I put my windows wipes on, and roll down the passenger's window, and my eyes are utterly shocked from what I'm seeing right now. It's Rachel.

I immediately start honking my horn and of course she doesn't acknowledge it while looking at the car so I follow her but I don't know if she's walking right the way to her house and honking the horn twice. She starts shouting towards me then stops, and I yell at her about how cold it is and not wearing a coat.

Ugh! I sound like my mother now when I was little.

Rachel stands there silent and shrugs her shoulders very deadly, I roll my eyes when blasting all the heaters in the car to full blast. I check the backseat to see if I have anything like a blanket or a hoodie to put on her and of course I don't at the moment I... I mean she needs the most, "Rachel. Please get in before you freeze to death," I yell throughout the car. She looks around the street before getting in.