Fighting For Her Heart

Twinkies AND a Prince...

Twinkies AND A Prince.

12

Italy. I'm in Italy! Rome to be exact.

We are headed to our hotel that Trevor's friend recommended. The two of us are jet lagged so all we want to do is sleep. Our taxi drives us to the hotel or villa or whatever.

"Hey you ok, you have been mysteriously quiet the whole trip?" Trevor asks me.

"I'm fine. " I choke out.

I turn my head so he doesn't see the tears falling from my eyes. I'm not sobbing, but I feel bad. I feel bad emotionally. The whole damn plane ride all I did was think about Alex. What if I made the wrong choice to break up with him? Or what if I shouldn't have left.

"Are you crying?" He asks.

"No." I sniffle, I dry my tears with the back of my sleeve.

"Hey Nova, what's wrong." He softly touches my face but I turn away more.

"Nothing just leave it."

"Is it about Alex?" I nod.

"You'll be fine, I swear. And tomorrow we will have so much fun. My friend says this castle is amazing." He says.

"Castle?" I look at him.

"Yeah this prince rents out his castle to guests." He smiles.

The taxi pulls up and it is a castle. For Count Dracula! It's freaking creepy! As we get out of the car it's starts to pour. Ok this is getting a little too cliche for my liking.

We both grab our bag and run to the giant wooden door. A little old lady opens the door.

"Bonjourno." She says. She has a sour look on her face.

"Ciao sono Trevor Wilson abbiamo una prenotazione per i prossimi giorni." He says.

"You speak Italian?" I ask him.

"There's a lot you don't know about me." He winks.

"Seguimi," the women says and turns. Trevor follows her so I follow him.

"Tutto ciò che è off limits, tranne la cucina, la sala da pranzo, soggiorno e camera da letto." She rambles. We weave out way through the castle.

"Non disturbare il principe, lui è un uomo molto occupato. "

"What is she saying?" I whisper to Trevor.

"What's off limits and not to disturb the prince. " He says quietly. She opens up the bedroom door. We walk inside there is one bed.

"Uh we need 2 beds." I hold up two fingers. She rolls her eyes.

"Questa è l'unica stanza che abbiamo. buonanotte." She walks out of the room and shuts the door.

"She said this is the only room and goodnight." Trevor sets his bag on the floor.

"Yeah I got that. " I mutter.

I change out of my soaking wet close.

"So how are we gonna make this work?" I ask.

The two of us are standing at the end of the bed with dry clothes on.

"I'll sleep on top." He offers.

This hotel or castle is crappy. When I sit on the bed its hard and our "blankets" is a sleeping bag. I raise of the bag and its a small piece of ply wood to support it.

"Lovely." Trevor lays next to me.

I start to fall alseep then I hear shouting. I immediately spring up.