Beautiful Wilting Flowers

Always Watching, Mike Wazowski

Dean POV:

There's no point in avoidance anymore. Not really.

Liana and I, mad at Greigh and the others, separated off to our rooms. And normally, I would leave her alone, who cares, Liana can fend for herself...

But I have a really weird feeling right now. Really weird. Like,... I feel like someone's been watching us ever since we got off of that plane. Even still, in the hotel.

I pull out my phone, and pull up Liana's number.

Me: Hey, Lia, come over to this room 4 a sec

Liana: why

Me: Hard to explain just come

Liana: no im doing stuff rn come ovr here

Me: Fine. I'll be there in 5

I sigh at her constant stubbornness, exhausted from arguing at this point.

I gather my duffel bag, and slip on my shoes, opening the door and taking a peek around before stepping out and locking the door.

The hallway gives off a creepy vibe; like everything's haunted, almost. With the dark red not fluffy, but just on the brink of fuzzy carpets, the golden teardrop chandelier, and the coffee stained looking beige walls, it's all so... disgusting. I look back down at the phone, checking the number of her room that Liana texted me, and look around for room 23.

Okay, what is with all these 23s?! It's like it's a thing or something. Well, I guess it is, but... who's controlling this universe to make it be a 23 wonderland?! And if there is someone controlling our universe, can I have a donkey like Shrek's?!

A/N: Sorry Dean, sadly, you can not. That would ruin the premise of our story. Maybe I can get you one in your next book, who knows. - Kayna

As I put my phone away, I see a shadowy figure flicker in the corner of my eye, and I whip around, but all I see is the warm candle light lit hallway. Oh, and did I mention there's torches? Legit torches every two feet on the walls, like were in some freaking tiki room. Who designed this place, and just why?!?

I find room number twenty three (Still waiting on that donkey, universe), and make three rapidly quick knocks. Liana's orange eye peeks through the peephole, and quickly unlatches, opening the door.

"D-" 

As quickly as I can, I push her out of the doorway and inside, close to my chest, as I lock the door and let my own eye look through the peephole.

"I think the coast is clear for now." I nod affirmatively.

"Um- Dean?" Liana speaks, her voice muffled against my chest. Oops. I let go of her back, and wince.

"Sorry." I run a hand through my hair. Then I yank it out, deciding this is not the time to be flirting. Get it together, Dean. 

Liana quickly looks away, and then looks back with a confused expression taking over her facial features. She cocks her head, frowning.

"What do you mean 'the coast is clear'?" She frowns deeper. 

I hesitate to tell her the truth. If I tell her and it's all in my head, then she'll panic for nothing. On the other hand, it's better for her to know about it just in case I'm not just being paranoid and we have a stalker.

Or maybe it's the Universe coming to deliver my donkey! No, stop, shut up about the donkey, this is bigger than that.

I look around carefully one more time, then decide to find a sound proof spot to tell her, where nobody can hear.