Sparks Fly- L.N

Chapter 4

Elenore opened her eyes and looked at the clock: 2:12 AM. God, she felt horrible; her head was killing her, and she felt like she would puke at any given moment. As she turned around in her bed, she realized that she wasn't alone. She almost screamed until she remembered what had happened the night before. She cringed at the thought of it all. Carefully, she removed his arm that he had draped across her, picking up her clothes from the floor. God, what has she done?

When she closed the door behind her as carefully as possible, she was met with quite a surprise. Lando. He stood by the elevator, and lucky for her, it seemed as though he hadn't noticed her. So she tried to sneak away.
"Elenore?" Of course, he would have to turn around.
"Yep, that's my name." Oh god, why was she so awkward?
"What are you doing here?" Shit. What was she going to say?
"I... I... uh," shit, think faster, Elenore, "I think I got out on the wrong floor." That was actually quite a good lie; she was kind of proud of her for that one.
"Do you want help?" He scratched his head nervously. "You know, to get to your room?"
"Yeah, that would be nice."
The walk up to her room was extremely awkward; not a single word was said. Which was probably for the best; what were they supposed to say? That Elenore had slept with his rival just out of spite? And where did that spite even come from? That was a question that not even Elenore could answer. They walked up to her door, just standing there quietly.
"So, I guess, thank you," she smiled, reaching into her purse to grab her keycard. "Shit," she rummaged around her purse, realizing that she either had to have lost it at the club or left it at Pierres. Either way, she was not going to get it back.
"What?" Lando looked at her with a confused look.
"I lost my keycard," she said, slapping herself on the forehead. What the actual fuck was she going to do now?
"You can sleep in my room if you'd like." He looked down at his feet and said, "You don't have to; we could just go down to the receptionist."
"If it's okay with you, can I please sleep in your room? I don't feel like sleeping alone." Elenore decided to interrupt him. They would usually get together and eat loads of ice cream, watch sad movies, and cry.
Yeah, sure, want to order room service and watch the notebook?" Now that's the Lando that she knew.
"Hell yeah!"

"I am pretty sure that you have ordered every single thing on the menu now." Elenore was buckling over from laughter. It turned out that they were both still quite drunk and had gone crazy on the room service.
"Thank you, Mclaren," he said as he removed one of the lids from one of the items.
"Oh my god, FRENCH FRIES!!" Elenore launched at the plate and grabbed it.
"Hey, you have got to share!" Lando tried to grab the plate from her but failed miserably.
"Nuh uh," she said with her mouth full.
"Oh, fuck off," he said, starting to look through the other plates.
"Here," she said, reaching out one of the french fries for him to take. He moved over, trying to take it with his mouth, but just as he got close, she pulled it away and put it in her own mouth.
"You are incredibily cruel," he gave her the finger as she was laying on his bed, laughing so hard it made her stomach hurt.
"You know it," she said, blowing him a kiss.

"Why can't this be me?" Elenore was sobbing at the end of 'The Notebook, per usual.
"When is it my turn to be happy?" She sniffled as she looked over at Lando, who had his phone out.
"Are you recording me?" He snickerd.
Oh, you fucker, you are going to pay," he sprinted. Knowing Elenore, he knew that she was going to run after him, so he decided to lock himself in the bathroom.
"Oh you dick," she banged on the door, "come on Lando, open the door."
"Never in a million years," he laughed.
"Guess I'll just go to sleep; maybe I'll steal one of your hoodies." She trailed off, scavenging through his bag.
"If you come out now, Lando, I'll give you a peace offering." He gave it some thought and decided to unlock the door.
"Big mistake, mate," she said as she swung a pillow against him.
Oh, you are going to pay for that." He ran over to the bed, trying to dodge all of the blows.
"Lando Norris, don't you dare hit me with that pillow." They were now both standing on the bed, with their pillows "loaded". Lando hit her on the head, and all hell broke loose. She hit him on the head, in his stomach, on his legs—everywhere. She managed to get him down and sat on top of him, continuing to smother him with hits.
"Do you give up?"
"Never," he said, grabbing a hold of her waist with his hands, making her roll over from laughter.
"Do you give up?" Something about Lando's voice changed; it made Elenore feel something. Something that made her stomach erupt into butterflies.
"Never," she smiled. He looked down at her, shaking his head playfully.
"We should probably sleep; it's like 4 AM." They both looked over at the clock, and sure enough, it was 4:12 AM. They separated and placed the pillows back in the right places.
"Lando?"
"Mhm." He was in the bathroom brushing his teeth while Elenore was in the bedroom trying to clean up all of the empty plates that were everywhere.
"Can I borrow one of your shirts to sleep in? This dress isn't the comfiest."
"Sure, grab whatever you want."
So she went to town and found one of his Mclaren shirts and a pair of clean training shorts. Both are way too big for her.
"Hey El," he said as he walked out of the bathroom and saw Elenore standing in the middle of the room, dressed like a homeless man. He couldn't help but laugh.
"What? Don't I look sexy?" She posed seductively but couldn't keep it together and also burst out into laughter.
"You look like Adam Sandler." Lando could barely breathe.
Oh, shut it."