Overthinking

Chapter 9: Rooms

Bella's PoV
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We decided that, instead of wasting money and space, it would be fine to just get two rooms and share with each other. In what I wasn't sure was competitiveness or good manners (probably mainly the former) my 3 friends decided to let me have the first choice at who I wanted to room with. Although the answer was obvious in my mind, I took a second to think through the options.

I didn't hate Franklin, actually I thought of him as a close friend (obviously considering our past), but honestly I found spending long periods of time with him could get quite dull, he didn't have nearly as much to talk about as Trevor and Michael, so that was a no.

Trevor, on the other hand, I became were quite fond of. Although many people were afraid of him due to his volatile temperament and his tendency to do whatever he wants whenever he wants to, I saw that he actually did care about the people he was close to, myself included. Despite all this he did sometimes have a tendency to be a bit grabby with me, he'd stop if I told him to, but I was honestly too tired to do all that tonight and for the rest of the week.

And last but not least, Michael. I'd became quite fond of Michael since I met him. I wasn't quite sure why, but I guessed that his sarcastic wit and how fatherly he can sometimes be played into it in some way. Those two things and the fact that he always seemed to be fine sharing his problems with me, whether they be Trevor or his past. This, in turn, made me quite comfortable talking with him, so the two of us always seemed to have long conversations that ended up either helping me or him.

So, obviously, I decided to room with Michael De Santa.

"I think I'll room with Mikey. Sorry guys." I said to Franklin and Trevor with an apologetic smile. Trevor looked slightly upset before cracking his usual mischievous grin.

"Don't worry about it, sweetheart. I'm sure we'll find something to do, right Frank?" Trevor said, I wasn't sure if he was kidding or not, but judging by Trevor's idea of "fun" I wasn't eager to find out. As I walked down the hall with Michael I heard Franklin angrily mutter words of confusion before Trevor laughed. I was happy with my choice.
Then Michael and I went to our room.

Michael put the key in the old lock and, with a turn of the handle, opened the door. The room was somewhat large and painted with dull colours. There was a king size bed with crisp white sheets and thick dark beige blankets huddled in the corner of the room. On the wall next to the bed's side there was a long couch, on the wall opposite of the bed there was a wood door that probably led to a bathroom, and beside me, against the wall, there was a small dark dresser with a lamp on top, which was illuminating the room. It definitely wasn't fancy, but it sure was cozy.

"Home sweet home." Michael said sarcastically as he took our bags and put them next to the dresser.

"It's pretty nice for a cheap motel." I said quietly. I'd never really been in a cheap motel before, I never had to be, but I honestly expected worse. At least there were no spiders or cockroaches.

"Tell me about it, you should've seen the god awful places T and I had to hide out in up in North Yankton all those years ago." Michael shook his head and crumpled his nose in disgust while he took off his jacket and folded it neatly on the bed and set it on the dresser beside the lamp. Strange, I thought, Michael was usually annoyed whenever someone brought up North Yankton. We only properly talked about it once when we sat in my apartment and he opened up because he had one to many drinks, I didn't have any so I was 100% aware that the whiskey made him so open, he didn't mind talking about his past then, but tonight he seemed a lot more bothered by it. That's probably what was bothering him. This realization left us both relieved and anxious. Despite the fact that I now probably knew what was bothering Michael, trying to talk to him about it was going to be a pain. He was a closed off person without alcohol and even sometimes with as it is, bringing up things that he told me in confidence that not many other people know wouldn't be easy. Regardless of that it had to be done, I wouldn't feel right letting Michael go to bed upset and not even TRYING to help him.

"Hey, uh, Mikey?" I asked, sitting on the edge of the bed as he sat beside me.

"Yeah, sweetheart?" Said Michael, using his and Trevor's nickname for me and raising his eyebrow.

"Well... You seem to be a bit stressed lately... I was just wondering what's on your mind..." Michael smiled a little and his eyes softened. He put his hand on my shoulder before sighing.

"Y'know, you're really something, kid." He seemed to be impressed by my ability to see when he's upset, despite."Don't worry about it, it's just family stuff."

"Are you sure? Because-" Michael cut me off with laughter and patting my shoulder.

"You know, if you keep this up I'm not sure which one of us is gonna have a heart attack first."I scoffed and smiled.

"Alright, alright, I give up!" I threw my hands up in defeat. "Just remember I'm here"

"Yeah, yeah." Michael said before patting my shoulder playfully again."Just one thing"

"Hm?"

"Enjoy that kindness while you've got it, it won't last much longer in this life. And if it does it'll probably get you killed." Michael smirked, but something told me he was at least a little serious. Oh well, I thought, at least I managed to put him in a good mood.

"Ok, change of topic what do we do about this bed thing?" I said pointing at the king size bed.

"I guess we could ask for a room change." Michael answered.

"Sounds like a good idea." I replied with a smile. As much as I liked him I couldn't sleep in a bed with a married man.

"You stay here and I'll go sort it out." Michaels said already half way out the door.

"Ok" I said just before the door closed. I sat on the edge of the bed and just collapsed back so my upper body was lying on the bed while my feet were still on the floor.

After about five minutes of laying there Michael came back in. "Bad news sweetheart." Michael said entertaining the room and putting the key on the dresser.

"What's wrong?" I asked sitting up and looking at Michael.

"This is the only room, I'm sorry." Michael said sitting down next to me.

"It's alright. You don't have to apologise, it's not your fault." I said calmly to Michael.

"Don't worry, I'll sleep on the couch." Michael said picking up a pillow and throwing it on the couch.

"No,Mikey you drove all this way you deserve a good night sleep. I'll sleep on the couch." I said with a concerned voice.

"I can't let you do that baby girl." He replied.

"Well I won't sleep until you agree." I said with a stubborn voice.

"Fine you know what we'll take it in turns. Today you sleep in the bed and tomorrow I'll sleep in the bed and will carry on like that. What d' ya say?"

"That sounds fair." I replied I was too tired to argue with him.
We got ready for bed and both of us just lied down in our beds and fell straight asleep.