EJ Caswell and Gina Porter stood outside the quaint hotel, their breaths visible in the chilly night air. The High School Musical cast had just wrapped up their final performance, and the adrenaline still pulsed through their veins. EJ's heart raced—for more reasons than one.
"Guess we're roomies," Gina said, her eyes sparkling. "Father Bryce's budget-friendly choice."
EJ chuckled. "Yeah, well, it's not like we're Troy and Gabriella. No singing duets in the hallway."
They stepped into the room, and EJ's pulse quickened. The single bed dominated the space, its floral quilt neatly folded. Gina kicked off her shoes, her laughter echoing. "Well, EJ, looks like we're in for a cozy night."
He cleared his throat. "Yeah. Cozy."
As they settled in, EJ tried to ignore the warmth spreading through his chest. Gina was more than just a co-star; she was the girl who'd challenged him, made him rethink his priorities. And maybe—just maybe—the girl he'd fallen for.
Gina sat on the edge of the bed, her eyes scanning the room. "You know, EJ, this feels like a scene from a rom-com."
He raised an eyebrow. "Rom-coms usually involve more than one bed."
She leaned back, her shoulder brushing his. "True. But sometimes, the best stories happen when you're squeezed into tight spaces."
EJ's heart thudded. "Are you saying—"
Gina turned toward him, her expression soft. "EJ, I've watched you change. You're not just the theater snob anymore. You're kind, passionate, and—"
He couldn't hold back. He cupped her cheek, his thumb tracing her jawline. "And what?"
Gina's lips curved. "And I've fallen for you, EJ. Hard."
His heart soared. "Gina, I—"
But she pressed her finger to his lips. "Let's not overthink it. We're here, in this tiny room, with a single bed. Let's just be."
And so, they cuddled—wrapped in each other's warmth, their laughter filling the room. EJ whispered secrets he'd never shared, and Gina traced patterns on his chest. The world outside faded, leaving only them—the boy who'd once been lost and the girl who'd found him.
As the clock ticked toward morning, EJ brushed a kiss against Gina's forehead. "I love you," he murmured.
She nestled closer. "I love you too, EJ."
And in that single bed, they found solace—a melody of forgiveness, second chances, and sweet confessions. The room held their whispers, their laughter, their tangled limbs.
When the sun peeked through the curtains, EJ watched Gina sleep, her face peaceful. Maybe this wasn't a rom-com. Maybe it was something better—a love story that began with a single bed and would stretch across countless mornings.
