Youth [m.c.]

30// better idea

"A hotel room? That was your better idea!" I rolled my eyes as our car pulled up outside a hotel.

"Chill, Olive," Calum smiled. "We're staying here tonight instead of the bus. We stay in hotels every once in a while to get a break from the bunks."

"Oh," I nodded. "But what's your big idea? I just go wait in Mikey's hotel room"

"Not exactly," Luke grinned.

Two hours later, I found myself buried in a trolley full of towels, sitting in the corner at the end of the hallway where Mikey's room was. Under the towels, I had put on:

to impress and surprise him when I knocked on his door, but I was extremely nervous for no reason at all. Michael liked me. I liked Michael. I missed him. He missed me. I didn't really have something that I needed to be worried about. Maybe it was just the adrenaline and the nerves, or may be the airplane food and extreme jet lag, but I was nervous.

After about twenty minutes of waiting, Michael had gone into his room once, but came out seconds later, and I figured jumping out of laundry would be a lot less attractive than knocking on his door, so I let him pass and began to wait again.

Two hours went by, and my eyes began to feel heavy. After another hour, I was basically falling asleep in the laundry bin. It was comfortable, all of the towels were like a foam pit at a trampoline park, oddly comforting and not making me want to leave them.

I checked the time on my phone, and it was almost 9 am, meaning I had been in the laundry for a little less than five hours, since we got to the hotel about five and a half hours ago. I leaned my head back against the pit of towels surrounding me and closed my eyes. Michael didn't come back into his room witching five hours, and it made me even more nervous. I should have jump scared him earlier when I saw him, because right now my head was full of horrible thoughts of groupies.

I flicked my eyes open maybe ten minutes later, when I heard voices in the hall. I peaked my head through the towels and saw Luke, Arzaylea, Ashton, and Calum walking down the hall.

"Cal!" I squeaked.

He didn't hear me, but Ashton did, and he stopped dead in his tracks.

"Calum. I think the towels are talking to you," he wearily said.

Calum and Luke shared a wide eyed look, and then Cal came over, flipping over a towel, letting light shine over me.

"Olivia!" Ashton exclaimed, taking a second glance at me.

"Hi," I yawned. "Where's Mikey?"

"His room? And why aren't you there with him?" Luke wondered.

"No, he left his room hours ago and never came back. I didn't want to jump scare him in the hall so I stayed here. He never came back," I sighed.