Downtown Idea

4. Party For Two

I was gonna slap a bitch. Yes, it is entirely my fault that I stayed up until 3am reading. But there is no reason I should've been woken up to go on Reece's stupid date. Especially when they planned on heading out at the damn crack of dawn. When they finally left I was able to sleep. All up til I heard loud people going down the hallway. I then heard loud yelling and a door slamming before the heavy footed people made their way back to the elevator.

I tried to snooze a little longer before I just sat up. Trying to sleep was exhausting. Before I could register what living even was I got a knock on the door. I got up and trudged over. I opened the door and saw Michael standing with the blanket from his bed wrapped around him and a dead look on his face. I didn't even bother saying anything to him. I just went back to my own bed and fell face first.

Honestly I was expecting Michael to go to Reece's bed but he didn't. In that moment I realized how glad I was that we had queen sized beds. That way I wasn't awkwardly forced to cuddle with a guy I barely knew. Of course that didn't mean he wasn't close to me, because he was. We just weren't in a cuddling position. By the time we woke up again it was like limbless spooning. I got up first and decided to stay in my pajamas all day since we weren't doing anything, as far as I knew I wasn't very up to date on the schedule, that was Lobster's job. Not long after I had gotten up Michael did too. He had extreme bed head and he yawned like every two seconds causing me to yawn every four seconds.

"Would you stop it!?" I asked smacking his arm. He looked confused before he yawned again causing me to yawn, "That. Stop that." He nodded and leaned back against the headboard of the bed.

"Good morning to you too." He said sarcastically as he rubbed his eyes. I nodded and stood up to get to the phone, "What are you doing?" He asked.

"Ordering room service, what's it look like?" I asked picking up the list of food they served. It was then I realized I didn't speak any other language than English. A lady picked up on the receiver and spouted some, I assume, Portuguese at me, "Do you speak English?" I asked slowly.

"Yes ma'am. What can I do for you?" She asked. Her accent was thick but I was glad that I could at least try to understand her.

"Can I get an order of Waffles in room 304 please?" I asked. I heard her babble something to someone else in the room.

"No, sorry Breakfast stopped being served at 11. All we have are lunch and desert items." She said. I frowned.

"What's the matter?" Michael asked seeing my sadness. I waved him off and waited for the lady to finish talking.

"Oh, I'm sorry we're done serving lunch as well, I can send up snack foods and deserts." I groaned and Michael took the phone from my hand.

"Do you have any ice cream?" He asked. I couldn't quite hear what she said but I saw his eyes light up so I assume it was a good answer, "Great. Send up lots to room 304, but charge it to 309." He said, "Alright, we'll let you in as soon as you get here." He hung up the phone and looked at me, "I just ordered a shit ton of ice cream so I hope you're not lactose intolerant or anything." He said grabbing his blanket and sitting on the couch in front of the TV and flipping through the channels. I nodded and grabbed my book off the nightstand before sitting on the other end of the couch. We remained silent until the ice cream came.

"So, Zoe." He said, "I heard that Downtown Idea was originally your idea." He said. I nodded and looked at the array of ice cream and toppings, "Why did you ask your siblings and not some good friends?" I sighed.

"Because I don't have 'good friends', I've got siblings." I said taking the first pint in my hand. He looked confused so I decided to elaborate, "I'm the quiet girl who only reads Sci-Fi novels and listens to classic rock." I said not looking at him. I'm sure he thought we were having a cliche indie movie moment but I was just trying to see what was in the ice cream that I was enjoying.