friendfiction vol.1

Hotel shenanigans

We pulled into the hotels parking lot which is surprisingly small, the driver parks the car and gets our bags out of the trunk quickly driving off, probably because Breaden almost killed him a few minutes ago.
The hotel is entirely covered in vines, which gives it a nice feel. Large trees are surrounding the parking lot. We walk into the hotel lobby and go up to the front desk. A lady with her back turned to us is working on her computer.

"Excuse me. Ma'am?" Breaden asked. The lady jumped in her seat and turns around.

"I'm so sorry what can I help you with today?" She asks

"We have reservations to stay here." Breaden says pulling out the pink folder, handing her a few papers.

"Are you Breaden Bratcher and Woody Densen?" She asks. We nod in unison, she hands our room key, and wishes us good luck in Paris.

We get into our room and set our bags down, unpacking our shirts and toiletries. I pull out my phone and see where we can eat  that's close to our hotel. Breaden and I agree on where to eat rather quickly. And off to the restaurant it is.

Le time skip
Breaden and I get of the subway and take out the map and try to find this place. We figure out its a block away from the train station and we go there rather quickly hungry from our flight. The restaurant is rather small so we decide to eat outside. The waiter takes our order and goes to give it to the cook. I pull out my phone and start looking at pictures of Breaden and I. The waiter comes back with our salads and asks

"Is that your boyfriend?" With a thick accent, I decline and starts walking over to me, Breaden seeing my confused face says

"Yeah he is." I look at Breaden like he's a lunatic and the waiter waves it off and walks back inside.

"What the hell Breaden?" I ask

"He asked if you were okay without tomatoes. Why did you say no? Don't you hate tomatoes?" He asked. I do. Why did I think he asked if he was my boyfriend? I don't know maybe it was the accent? Whatever I'll figure it out later.

Le time skip to hotel
Dealing with jet lag isn't fun, but Breaden and I try to go to sleep at the "normal" times a Parisian would. Breaden gets into the twin bed next to mine but I can't sleep. My mind wouldn't stop running, but I do what I wouldn't do. I want to prank him. I go into the bathroom and get a pitcher of cold water. I try not to spill it as I tiptoe back into the dark room. I stand by Breadens bed wondering if I should do this. I know I shouldn't but it is going to be fun. I pour the pitcher on him and he wakes up in a heartbeat. He tackles me to the ground laughing his ass off.

"Goddamn it Woody!" He says while laughing. I realize How odd this would look if someone came in here. A guy with a soaking wet shirt is pinning another guy to the ground. Totally normal. We both stop laughing and look at each other. We both kind of start leaning in, but pull back suddenly, Breaden gets off of me and goes into the bathroom to change his shirt. He comes back out and we say our good nights, and slip off into a deep sleep