My Sugar Angel #JustWriteIt

Chapter 18: Girlfriends and Hotels

Savannah's POV

I tapped my fingers against the window, as Griffin continued to drive. I was very bored and we still had a couple of more hours to go until we reached our destination.

"Bored?" Griffin asked with amusement.

"Yeah," I answered halfheartedly.

"Let's talk, then."

My ears perked up and I straightened up in my seat. "Let's ask each other random questions."

Griffin chuckled. "Sure. Why do you like art?"

It took me a moment to think of an answer, but I finally got it. "It helps me express my emotions to others and there are no rules. Art is art."

He nodded at my answer and it was now, my turn to ask a question. "Who was your first girlfriend?" I asked with wide eyes. I feel very sorry for his first girlfriend. She must have been tortured by him, poor girl.

He scratched his neck, nervously, with his free hand and looked at me for a second. "You might not believe me, but I never had a girlfriend, before."

I gasped at him with shock. There was no way. That was impossible, especially for Griffin!

He chuckled at me. "It's true, Savannah."

"How?" I blurted out.

"I guess I'm just waiting for that special girl," he explained with a smile on his face.

"You never met any special girls?" I asked with shock. He has dated so many girls and I can't believe he hasn't found the one, yet.

"I haven't dated any, yet. I go out with all these girls, but none interest me. They're all fakes and gold diggers. They care about my looks only and I don't like it. I just want a girl, who will love me for me," he explained to me, as he continued to drive.

I nodded to him, understanding his motives. So, he just dates girls, but has never had a girlfriend. That's pretty weird, but impressing. Now, I wonder who his first kiss was.

"Now, it's my turn," Griffin announced, interrupting my thoughts. "Why were you depressed, a few days ago, and sang that Mulan song?"

I sighed at him. "My parents are never around and my brother is away at college. I get lonely and feel neglected, all of the time. Plus, my parents expect me to be the perfect girl, when I'm not. I don't know who I am, anymore. I use art, as a distraction and it helps me express my feelings. I just wish my parents would show their love for me, instead of saying it."

He nodded at me and placed a hand on my knee, causing butterflies in my stomach. "I understand. You're a good singer, though."

I blushed at his words. "Don't remind me. Now, I will ask you a question. Why do you live in Connecticut and not Washington D.C.?"

"My parents wanted me to have a normal life and to stay out of the paparazzi. Plus, my mom wanted to keep the bakery," he explained to me. "The only problem is that I don't have a good and healthy relationship with my father. I wish I could change that."

I smiled at him. "You can have a good relationship with your father, if you try. There is no problem in trying, Griffin."

The car stopped and I looked around. It was already dark, due to a lot of traffic, and we were at a huge hotel. "Why are we here?"

"I'm pretty tired. We can leave in the morning and be at my parent's house by lunch time."

I nodded at him. "Okay. Now, where are we?"

"Pennsylvania," he answered, as he got out of the car.

I got out too and the weather was cold, but not as cold as Connecticut. I took my suitcase out of the car trunk and followed Griffin into the hotel.

The lobby was quite extravagant with gold walls and dark oak tables. The chairs were cushioned and there was an old lady at the marble desk. She wore a warm smile and had small wrinkles on her face. Her white, silver hair was in a clean bun, which looked like a cinnamon donut.

"Welcome to Winter Woodlands!" the old lady greeted us happily.

Griffin smiled at her. "We would like to get a room for one night, please."

I gasped at him. We were not going to share a room. He might snore loudly and keep me awake all night. "Two rooms, actually," I responded.

She frowned at me. "We only have one room left."

I sighed at her. "I guess that's fine."

Griffin chuckled, which caused me to glare at him. He must be enjoying this, while I'm suffering.

"Two beds or one bed?" the old lady asked.

"Two beds!" I shouted, before Griffin could answer.

She had a small smile on her lips. "We only have one bed, sweetie."

I groaned at her. "Why did you ask for two beds, then?"

"It's part of the policy. I didn't mean to get your hopes up," she said with a smirk.

"I don't see the purpose of that," I muttered under my breath.

Griffin continued to smile at the old lady. "That's fine. Can you show us our room?"

She nodded and lead us up two flights of stairs, down a long and carpeted hallway, and to a door with the number twenty five on it.

She quickly left us and Griffin opened the door. The warm air welcomed us, as we scrambled inside the room. The room was quite large and fancy. The carpets were dark red and gold with clean, white walls. There was a dark wooden coffee table, a dark wooden night stand with a fancy and beaded lamp, and a flat-screen tv. The bed was king-sized with a dark wooden frame and the covers were red and gold. The red pillows were fancy too with gold fringe.

I set my luggage down and sat on the bed. Griffin did the same and plopped on the bed too, wrapping his arms around me.

I groaned at him. "Get your hands off of me! You have cooties, mister!"

He laughed loudly. "I do not have cooties. Now, I'm going to order some food. What do you want?"

He pulled away from me and took out a hotel phone. I forgot that it was already 7 o'clock and I was starving. "Spaghetti, please!"

He chuckled at me and ordered our food.

Minutes later, he sat beside me on the bed. He rested his head on my shoulder and closed his eyes. I felt butterflies in my stomach, again, but I ignored them. Seriously, the butterflies have to leave me alone!

"Savannah?" Griffin mumbled.

"Yes?" I asked with wide eyes.

"I'm glad you're here with me," Griffin answered and smiled.

Before I knew it, Griffin fell asleep on my shoulder. He snored quietly and I couldn't help, but coo at him. He was an adorable sleeper. He had a small smile on his face, as he slept. His dimples were visible too.

As I watched him, there was a question, that I did not know the answer to. It was gnawing the insides of me.

Do I have feelings for Griffin?

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