"He ran one hand through his hair, further disheveling it."
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The door bursts open and in walks my roommate. In his black jeans, his white shirt ripped open and his hair disheveled.
"I've made a mistake," he whispers, falling onto his kn...
"This place is cosy." I say, upon entering our motel room. "It's pretty decent for a motel," Justin nods. "Which reminds me, we need money."
I groan. "Justin, I'm starting to think this was a bad idea." "Hey, Mel. Look at me." He says, both of us taking a seat on the edge of the bed. "Do you trust me?" I nod, closing my eyes.
"Good, now get some rest. You must be tired," he says, affectionately tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. This gesture immediately begins to make my ears heat up.
"It's like 4 in the afternoon," I laugh. "I can't sleep." "Suit yourself. I'm hitting the hay." Justin says, throwing off his t-shirt along with his shoes and climbing underneath the bedding.
I roll my eyes. "Screw it." I kick off my vans and strip down to my oversized shirt.
As soon as my body hits the sheets, I shut my eyes, suddenly extremely tired.
When I wake up again, I find myself staring at Justin. When's he's asleep, his face is beautiful, peaceful. I touch a arm to his shoulder and his eyes flutter open.
"Morning, Mel." He smiles, still half asleep. "Hey," I smile back. I yawn, stretching my arm out to grab my phone. "Justin, it's only 2 am." I laugh, my head hitting the pillow once again. "Well are you tired?" He asks. "Not really." I sigh. "That's good," he says, getting out of bed. I watch as he walks over to the bathroom.
"You wanna watch a movie?" He asks, walking back outside. "Sure," I say, throwing the blankets aside to get out of bed. I walk to the bathroom first and hear Justin whistle. "Damn, Mel." Then I remember I have no pants on. "Shut up." I roll my eyes, feeling flushed.
When I come back out again, I sit next to Justin leaning against the bed. He pulls a blanket over our legs and puts on an old cartoon.
"I thought we were watching a movie," I say. "Is it okay if we watch cartoons instead?" He looks at me. "I'll see if I can find The Simpsons afterwards." I shut my eyes, a smile on my face. "Deal."
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"Hey, J. What are we doing today?" I ask, exiting the shower in a knitted jersey and denim shorts. I begin to brush my hair as I wait for his reply.
"I was thinking we head over to my moms place." I hear him shout, before shutting the bathroom door. "Your mom?" I ask, crossing the space in 3 long strides. I lean my back against the door. "Yeah. We need money, remember?"
"I'm not taking money from Mrs. Dates." I cross my arms over my chest, defiant. "You're not taking it, I am." He says, humming the tune to a Justin Bieber song.
"Justin-" "Listen, Mel. We're not gonna just take it. I'll ask her, and before you say anything. Remember, my mom's rich." "How could I forget? Her house is beautiful, but that doesn't mean we can just ask her for money." "She won't mind, I'm her son and she practically loves you."
With that, he begins to walk over to the bed, nothing but a towel draped around his waist. I silently concede, entering the bathroom to keep from staring at him. Instead, I check that my hair doesn't look like something from National Geographic.
"Let's go," he shouts, swiftly grabbing the motels key and car keys. Together, we make a quiet drive to the upper side, where thee Mary Dates resides.
"Melody! Justin! What a surprise you're here," she smiles, engulfing us both in a tight hug. "Hi, Mrs Dates." I smile back, trying my best not to look awkward. "I've told you over a thousand times to call me Mary." She laughs. I feel a blush work it's way up my cheeks as Justin greets his mother, working up a small conversation.
"Melody, why don't you have a seat on that couch over there? Susan will be right over if you need anything." I nod, taking a seat on the brown leather couch. I watch as Justin and his mother make their way to the study, probably discussing our "situation".
Out of the corner of my eye, I see a tiny Asian woman approaching. "Would you like anything to drink?" She asks, offering a gentle smile. I shake my head. "No thanks. I'm good." I reply, playing with the hem of my jersey.
I wait patiently as Justin finishes up with his mother.
"Well, Melody. Justin told me your story and I don't mind giving you the money. In fact, I propose that you and Justin live here for a while." Flabbergasted, I think about what she's just said. "Mrs- Mary, I have no idea what to say, except thank you so much." I bring my arms up and envelop her in a hug. "That's alright. You're like a daughter to me." She gushes. "Justin, take Melody upstairs please."
Doing as told, Justin grabs my hand and we head upstairs. "You know where your room is right?" He grins at me. "It's not my room," I laugh. "Well, you always sleep in it when you're here and I'm pretty sure you have a set of pajamas in one of the draws," he counters. "Fair point, Dates."
His room is right next to mine and we part ways for a short period of time. I collapse onto the bed, the feeling of soft cotton engulfing my whole body in warmth.
I'm interrupted by a very rude Justin, who jumps onto the queen sized bed with a thud. "Hey, Mel." "Hey, Justin."
"So, I was thinking we fetch our bags from the motel tomorrow morning after breakfast?" He asks, a cute dumbfounded look on his face.
"So we're staying here?" I ask, not completely sure. We haven't really spoken about it. I guess now's the time.
Justin nods. "I think it'll be good for us. It's cheaper and the foods better." "And the money you asked for? What do we do with that?"
"I have a few ideas in mind," he grins, placing a small kiss to my forehead.
"We'll be alright, Mel." - that one familiar phrase settling the butterflies in my stomach.
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