Spring Break Fever: Rosé

Chapter 5: Spa Day

"Oh my God, get off of me," You shoved Rosé all of the sudden, which woke her up from her slumber. "What the hell, Rosé?"

She can hardly even process what's going on, because her mind is still foggy from sleep.

"What? You are not going to blame this on me," She huffs, breathing heavily from the sudden scare. You're across the bed, staring at her angrily, looking completely disheveled. She just woke up, and she has to deal with this? "You're the one who was getting all cuddly and touchy last night—not me. Remember when you said, "don't say a word about this in the morning," before proceeding to wrap all of your limbs around me? Yeah, that was you, not me."

You paused, thinking.

"Holy shit that red wine makes me dangerously horny," You breathed in, finally realizing it was your fault, not her. You threw your legs over the side of the bed, pushing your fingers through your hair. "You know what? I'm never drinking again. Something that could actually make me want to cuddle with you or even touch you must be pure evil, and I shouldn't let it into my body. Ever."

"Yeah, same here. And you know what? You could have just apologized for blaming me instead of getting defensive and rude," She sighs, rolling her eyes and laying back down, and pulling the blanket over her head. "Now leave me alone."

"Fine, I will. I'm going to the snack bar to get breakfast," You huffed, standing up and making your way to the door. Rosé's eyes open again.

"Wait, I'll go with you," She replies at the last second, throwing the blanket back and standing up.

"Why? I thought you wanted me to leave you alone?" You narrowed your eyes, watching her carefully.

"I just want breakfast," She shrugs, trying not to make it a big deal. "I'm hungry."

"Or you just want to spy on me and Jason and make sure we aren't getting it on on top of the snack bar counter," You rolled your eyes, watching her slip on shoes.

"Despite what you think, I couldn't care less about you and Jason; do whatever you want," She retorts, shaking her head and making her way out of their room. She's lying, of course, but it's not like she can tell you it's because of Jason. Besides, even she doesn't know why she doesn't like her yet, anyway.

She's annoyed at you for being annoyed at her for something she didn't even do. How could they have even gotten along last night? It seems like two different people living two different lives.

Then, as they're walking down the dock, your aunt walks out of her bungalow in front of them. You immediately yank Rosé against your side and stick on a smile, putting your arm around her. "Good morning, Aunt Mila."

Rosé fights the urge to roll her eyes.

"Oh good, I was just coming to wake you!" Your aunt claps happily, walking towards them. "I actually have something for you two."

"No more lingerie, I hope," You laughed, turning to look at Rosé. "Rosie can hardly even handle me in one."

"Yeah, she...she looks amazing in it," She nods, turning to smile at her. It's a fake one, though, because she's still tremendously aggravated with you. She can sense you being annoyed at her, and that's exactly what's making her annoyed with you. And it's making it very, very hard to pretend like she's in love with you.

"Even better than that, actually," your aunt laughs, and both of you turn to look at her, waiting. "I booked you two a couples spa day! A romantic massage, facials, steam room, mud bath, pedicures, you name it! Me and James went on Saturday and it was amazing. And it's already paid for, so don't worry about that."