The Adventures of Strawberry and Twinkie

Chapter 4

"We have to go all the way back to Manhattan after all that we've been through?" I asked.

"Yes," Twinkie said. I sighed loudly.

"What if we stay here for tonight? At a hotel," I suggest.

"But we don't even have money! We're poor!" Twinkie shouted.

"True," I said. I didn't know what we were gonna do.. Maybe we could take the train back to Manhattan? But, Twinkie and I were way too tired, so scratch that.

"Do you have any suggestions?" I asked.

"Maybe we can use your credit card." Twinkie said.

"Fine," I agreed. We left the airport and looked around for a hotel or someplace to stay. Then, we saw a Comfort Inn. We walked in, and paid with my credit card at the front desk. The clerk gave us our keys, and we walked up to our room, which was number "6970."

Once we entered the room, I threw the suitcase onto the couch and laid down on the floor.

"Ugh.. I am so tired," I say.

"Same," Twinkie says. Then I see Twinkie reach for her phone in her pocket, but then it looks like she's having a panic attack or something.

"Where's my phone?!?!" Twinkie says as she's freaking out.

"Probably at the front desk," I say.

"Ugh. Probably. Can you come down with me?" Twinkie asks. I moan and get up, and then we take the elevator down to the first floor. We walk to the front desk, and of course, Twinkie's phone is laying there. She quickly grabs it and as she turns around she bumps into someone. I go over and help her up.

"Excuse you!" Twinkie says. Then as we both look up, to both our surprises, it's Brandon.

"Sorry about that," he says.

"No, no, no! I'm sorry," Twinkie says. This time, I don't laugh and just stand back and watch them.

"Hey, aren't you that cute girl from the subway?" Brandon says, smiling.

"Yup. And aren't you that hottie from there too?" Twinkie says in a flirty voice. I keep my laughter in.

"I never got your number," Brandon says as he takes out his phone. Twinkie immediately takes his phone and puts her number in.

"You should put your number in my phone too, you know, just in case," Twinkie says as she hands him her phone. Brandon takes her phone and puts his number in.

"Well, anyway, I'll see you around," Brandon says as he walks away.

"YAYYY!!!!" Twinkie screams.

"Congrats," I say.

"Thanks," Twinkie says as she flips her hair and walks to the elevator. I follow her, and when we get up to the room again, I unlock the door and run inside to the bed and lie down.

"I am not getting back up," I say. Twinkie lies down next to me.

"Neither am I," she says. Before I know it, we both fall asleep.

•••

"Ughh..." I moan as I wake up. I sit up and rub my eyes. I see Twinkie beside me, and she's still asleep. I was starving, so I decided to eat some Oreos because, you know, why not?
I eat some Oreos and drink some of the leftover soda. It wasn't the healthiest breakfast, but whatever. It was something. Then I hear Twinkie screaming. I run over to the room to see her staring at her phone.

"What happened?" I say. I look down at my shirt and see that I spilled soda all over my shirt, but whatever.

"Brandon texted me! He wants me to 'hang out' with him," Twinkie says. I sit down by the wall and stretch.

"I thought you were dying or something," I said.

"Well, I kind of was," she says. I roll my eyes and make my way to the bathroom. I take a quick 15 minute shower, then I change my shirt and put on a teal sweater, some jeans, and my white converse. I brush my hair and spray on my favorite perfume, then walk out of the bathroom.

"Move, Twinkie! I must get ready for the hang out with Brandon!" Twinkie says as she pushes me out of the way.

I wait about an hour and a half for Twinkie and when she finally comes out of the bathroom, she looks amaze balls! She has on a sparkly, short, red strapless dress, some shiny black flats, and she has a grey sweater on.

"Well someone looks good," I say teasingly.

"Yeah, I know," Twinkie says. Her hair is curled and she smells amazing.

"I used your perfume, by the way," Twinkie says. I giggle a little.

"Yeah, I know. I can kind of tell," I said.

"Where are you even gonna meet him at?" I ask.

"It's this Italian restaurant. He's coming to pick me up in a few." Twinkie says.

"Ooooo! Fancy," I say, teasing her. She just rolls her eyes and sighs.

"Ugh whatever."