I'm Not Ten Years Old, I'm Fourteen, You Dingus

Chapter Nine: The Hotel

Abi shakes me as to wake me up, and I groggily open my eyes. I don't want to, yet I have to. "We're here." She tells me as I look out the window and see a tall majestic building. The way I stare up at it reminds me of the way I did to Mapletree Children's Hospital, and it looks similar, too. Just less hospital-ish.

I grab my crutches and hoist myself up. After swinging my old duffel bag and worn-out messenger bag over my shoulder, I climb down and out of the bus. The boys lead us inside the tall hotel, and we check in. The room I will share with Abi is called 198, and the key cards we're handed have the nu,bed etched into the plastic.

Abi sticks the key into the narrow slot and opens the door. This obviously was not cheap room I had been expecting. Instead of the door to the bathroom and a closet for some reason, two double beds side-by-side, a desk, and a little table, otherwise known as a cheap room, it was much less basic. There was a small main area, with an also small kitchen area attached to it. There was a door to the bedroom, and a door to the bathroom. Inside our room was the little desk, and in the main area was the little table.

"Wow." I whispered to myself as I exhaustedly collapsed into a chair. "Don't you be falling asleep on me, lazybones." Abi scolded, pointing a finger at me. "You slept for seven hours straight. Even when we stopped at Shoppers Drug Mart." "I wasn't planning on it, anyway." I replied. Abi took a seat across from me in an empty chair also at the little table. "Let's talk about books over some 'Smarties'. Deal?" She asked, extracting a brown packet from her bag, not really giving me a decision.

-- MEANWHILE, Brooklyn POV --

I made everyone take a seat at a table in my room, and I made sure Angel and Satan wouldn't hear. "Well, guys, we need to discuss plans." I began. "What sort of plans?" Asked my boyfriend from across the table. "Tomorrow is Abi's birthday. Then, a day after that, it's Violet's." "We should throw a party!" Niall suggested. "Totally! A party with music, dancing, chips, and others!" Harry added on. It was rather strange that they both didn't notice their girlfriends facepalming.

"Um, guys, do you even know Abi's definition of a party?" Jessica began. A collective "No." rose from the boys. "Abi likes the whole shebang, especially with movies and squirtable whipped cream. Swimming is the usual activity. At night. Just throw out the 'others' idea, right? She doesn't party well with newbies she doesn't know." She finished. "And Satan's idea..." Rayna began but trailed off. I picked it up where she dropped it.

"Her idea of a good time is a few friends, plenty of junk food, around ten movies, and tea. The movies are very Satan-like. Like 'Titanic', and such. If you even put her near others, she will go crazier than a mother bear when her cubs are in danger. Except not out of motherly instinct." I finished. The boys' faces all had looks of surprise. As if those girls had no idea how to have a good time. "We need to show them a real party." Niall smirked, and I instantly felt regret. For the next few hours, they planned this huge party, and we couldn't even protest. They wouldn't let us get a word in edgewise. I feel trouble up ahead..