Be Careful What You Wish For. 2

Be Careful What You Wish For.

Still Grace's P.O.V.

As I walked to the room he put the phone down, he sighed, it was an angry sounding sigh.

"I'll...umm, I'll be back in a minute, okay?" He said rushing out of the door, he was gone before I could respond.

I turned around, feeling a little deflated, what could be wrong? Everything was perfect in my eyes!

I sat on the comfortable sofa and awaited his return.

Approximately twenty minutes went by until he returned.

I looked back to glance at him, only this time he didn't look angry, he looked scared.

I rose from the sofa immediately, rushing towards him.

"Mikey? What's wrong?" I asked.

"Just umm, a mix up, that's all." He said, not making eye contact.

"What? What do you mean?" I asked again.

"They've, they've refurbished the rooms, modified them, umm, everything's different." He replied.

"Why, what's different?" I asked intrigued.

He pointed to the dining room, where the little table for two was. "That used to be another bedroom and now it's not!" He said, I could easily pick up on the distress in his voice.

"Oh, cool, what's so bad about that?" I genuinely didn't know!

He grabbed my hand and pulled me towards the bedroom, "What's so bad about it? Can't you tell? Don't you know what's wrong?!" He asked frenzied, waving his arms around the bedroom.

I looked around, "It's a nice room..." I answered, still oblivious to what he was indicating.

He stood next to me, "Look Grace! There's only this bedroom now! One bedroom! One bed!"