Serendipity (Book 2)

24 Hours by Gabsikle

Chapter 12

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12:00 PM

"I'm hungry," Sam whined. "Can we get some lunch?"

"Yes, Sam," Carly said. "We'll get some lunch. But first-"

"No 'but first!' I wanna eat now!"

"I'm pretty hungry too," Freddie said.

"You would agree with her," Carly spat.

Gibby was getting unnerved. Carly was obviously ready for another nap. She wouldn't be so snippy if she wasn't. Then there was Sam and Freddie. Both their eyes were extremely blood shot. They yawned every five seconds. Freddie's head kept dropping then would snap back up quickly. Sam was staring off into space.

"We should check into that hotel we were talking about," Gibby said.

"What hotel?" Sam asked.

Carly gripped the wheel tightly and said, "The one we talked about earlier. so we have somewhere to get ready for dinner and the club. And a place to shower."

"Oooh. A shower sounds nice," Freddie said.

Carly growled. "You two need sleep. NOW!"

Gibby wanted to say," And so do you," but he didn't want to get stabbed.

"I don't wanna sleep!" Sam screamed. "I wanna eat!"

Before Carly could respond, Gibby said, "We'll get food immediately after we check in. Okay?"

"Fine," Sam grumbled.

They pulled into the parking lot of a semi-fancy hotel. Gibby knew why Carly did this. They have incredibly comfy beds.

Carly checked them in and they went to their room. Carly opened the door, pushed Sam and Freddie in, then shut the door.

Sam banged on the door. "Let us out!"

"No!" Carly yelled. "You two will not be let out until you nap."

"Aaah!" the pair screamed.

Carly turned and walked away. Gibby ran to catch up to her.

"Don't they realize they can get out?" he asked.

"Gibby, they're too tired to realize that."

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"This is so jank," Sam said as she sat on one of the beds. "Wow. This is really soft."

"Really?" Freddie walked over and sat next to her. "Hot damn. It is!"

"Don't even think about sleeping," Sam told him.

"I won't. Wanna watch TV?"

"Sure."

Sam watched Freddie grab the remote. She wondered if he felt the same tension she felt when he sat next to her on the bed. And when he sat back down next to her again.

As Freddie turned on the TV, Sam removed her Converses and socks.

"Ah! Being barefoot feels so good," she said.

Freddie rolled his eyes. "Too bad they smell."

Sam punched him. "Ass hat."

Freddie flipped through the channels and stopped on the news.

"Ew! Really, Frednerd?"

"I wanna see what the weather will be like later." He was silent while he watched. Sam smirked. He looked so intense. "Shit!"