Love Is Not Over

Val: New Beginnings?

"Yo! That's us, let's go." Chelsea was already ahead of me, dragging her luggage behind.

I shook my head, "Crap. Right. Coming!"

Luggage was strewn over my shoulder and dragged behind me. I was still worried about Cam.

Where is she by now? Is she safe? Has she eaten? Does she need anything?

I fell asleep on the plane worrying. Not even noticing when we landed, or paying any attention to making my way towards the SUV that was waiting outside the airport.
I was faintly aware of the traffic surrounding us all the way to the hotel. Nor did I know when we checked into our rooms. Not until Chelsea chucked a balled up paper, hitting me square in the forehead.

"Ow! What was that for?" I whined.

She stood there holding her luggage with that 'I ain't havin it' look on her face.

"I said your name like 4 times Val. They need your fingerprint for our room keys."

"Oh. My bad." I walked over and placed my thumb on the machine.

"And I'm sorry I threw it at you but I'm grumpy right now. I wasn't really comfortable on the plane." She rubbed the back of her neck.

"It's okay. I need to stop being such a space head anyways." I sympathized.

She smirked, "Yeah, like THAT'S gonna happen anytime soon."

My hand flew to my chest, "You wound me."

"Your heart is under your boob you knit-wit. C'mon." She giggled making her way to the elevators.

I poked my tongue out at her but followed anyways.

We exited on floor 23, followed by a busy Fred on the phone and the bell boy who struggled to pull the majority of our luggage.

Poor guy.

Chelsea halted at a door a little farther down the hallway. Our door was 2nd to the last, smack down in the middle of two other rooms.

"Who's over here?" I pointed to the left.

"No one," the bellboy answered. I noticed the way his head stayed down when he talked. A sign of respect maybe?

"And this one?" Chelsea nodded to the right because her hands were occupied with opening our room.

"The gentlemen you are to collaborate with ma'am." Another mumble.

"Boys? Right next to us?" My eyes bulged out to Fred.

He finally tore his eyes away from his phone to look at me.

"Yes, honey. I know it's your custom to have boys and girls separate and VERY far away from each other, but this is better than what their manager suggested."

Chelsea finally got the door to open, "And that is?"

We filed in, with Fred coming in last. "He wanted you guys to live co-ed at their mansion dorm."

The luggage slipped outta my hand, landing on my foot.

"S***! Oh, Jesus Christ that hurts like hell." I yelped cradling my poor toes.

Was he NUTS?!

"Are you okay honey? Did anything break?" Fred rushed over to me.

"Uhhh-"

"Chelsea get me some ice from the fridge please!" He screamed, lifting my foot to evaluate.

"It's not broken Fred. Just aching," I consoled.