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I fell asleep as soon as I read Trott's last text message. I guess sleeping on the plane didn't satisfy my energy deficiency. I was hoping Alex would wake me up so I could take the couch, but of course I woke up in the very early hours of the morning- around 5:30AM- to find myself alone in the king-sized bed, with Alex on the couch at the foot of the bed without a blanket over him. I rolled my eyes at his pride, always allowing me the luxury. I quickly unzipped my backpack and grabbed a blanket from the plane to cover him with.

I stood over him, staring; it was probably creepy from someone else's perspective, but it was peaceful and calm as I watched his chest slowly rise and fall with his breaths.

After two or three minutes, I made my way to the bathroom for a shower. The actual convention didn't start until 10:30, but Ross told me we were going for breakfast. Plus, after a day of travel, I felt desperately grimy and nasty.

I made sure to close the door and lock it before stripping down and stepping into the lukewarm shower. The hotel didn't seem as nice as the ones the boys usually stayed at, and the water pressure seemed to reflect that. I did my best to clean myself, wash my hair, and shave within the short time the hot water lasted.

When I stepped out of the shower, pulling a towel from the rack, I realized I forgot to bring clothes into the bathroom with me. I shrugged internally, wrapping my hair in a smaller second towel. I pulled the first towel around my exposed body, tucking it in so it would stay up and proceeded to dry my hair.

Once I finished, I walked out and pulled my bag onto the bed. I searched until I found the change of clothes I had brought, and I carried them to the bathroom.

I put my underwear and bra on before rolling leggings onto my legs and pulled my Stunt Lads shirt onto my torso, and to top it off, I put on a pair of Star Wars socks. I figured since I was already in the bathroom I would just go ahead and do everything I needed to. I brushed my teeth, put my deodorant, and did a quick Dutch braid.

When I opened the door again, I was met with Alex's bare back, pulling a shirt over his head. My eyes scanned the skin there, watching as the scattered freckles moved with his muscles. Once he got it on, I coughed lightly to signal my presence and he turned around.

"How much hot water is left?" he asked. "And what time is it?"

"Uh, it's about 6:20," I replied. "There's not much hot water as is, but you can probably get a quick shower in." He nodded and made his way over to his bag to find an outfit. "Oh, and Alex, you didn't have to sleep on the shitty sofa in here. I was kinda assuming you were gonna wake me up so you could have the bed."

"Don't worry about it; I feel fine."

I shrugged as he made his way over to the bathroom. When I heard the click of the lock, I sat down on the bed and grabbed my phone, opening Twitter.

aelewin: Don't you just love it when hotels fuck up your reservation?? :))))))

The post was from last night, and the replies were ridiculous.

"so which hat are you staying with ;)"

"is smio finally a thing now? or do you have something for ross possibly?"

I rolled my eyes at the tweets and checked everyone else's feeds. Ross was already up and at it, apparently. He responded to the one tweet, making sure they knew I was not staying with him, but also not telling or denying I was staying with Alex.

T: You up yet, sleepyhead?

I: Yep, woke up at 5:30.. :( Already showered and ready to go whenever Alex gets done.