The Bucket List [#Wattys2018]

Chapter Sixteen: What happens in Hollywood, stays in Hollywood.

"Difficult roads often lead to beautiful 
                      Destinations."
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"Now we need to find a hotel to stay in here. I am so....tired." Amy yawned in the middle of her sentence. I was tired too.

"I'm tired." I yawned, stretching out and laying my head down on Paul's chest. He stared down at me. "Go to sleep then." His eyes left me and looked up at the tv. He looked mad. "Are you okay?" I asked, sitting up. He ran his hand through his hair. Yeah, he was mad. He looked back down at me. "No." "What's wrong?" I felt genuinely concerned, it was no reason for him to snap at me. "Gosh! Can't you ever just stop asking questions, go to sleep, what do I care, I don't have to tell you all my problems." It hurt, words hurt, his words hurt. Do I ask too many questions? My eyes started to water. "I'm sorry." I mumbled under my breath. I got up and walked home, he never ran after me. He never called, he never apologized. Ever.

"How about that hotel." I said, stopping Amy.

The hotel was maybe about twelve stories high, and had a big neon red sign on the top that said 'Roosevelt Hotel'. At night it looked like a creme color, it was hard to tell in the dark.

"Okay." Amy yawned.

We grabbed our luggage from the back of Amy's silver Porsche 911, and headed up to the hotel.

The hotel concierge was asleep, her long dark brown hair fell over her pale skin, her face was propped up on her arm, and she had a little bit of drool hanging from her mouth.

I'd feel bad to wake her up. This must be a terrible boring job. And she probably barely gets any sleep.

"Oh sorry!" She woke up, it seemed as if she could sense our presence.

"It's okay." Me and Amy both smiled at her. She smiled back. It was a genuine smile, she seemed like a really happy preppy person.

"ID and what kind of room are you looking for? We have suites, deluxe rooms, regular rooms, double deluxe rooms.." she trailed off.

"I'll take the deluxe room." I offered her my ID card. "That will be $379." She piped. I handed her the cash and she gave me the room key.

"Thank you!" She called after us, but not too loud so she wouldn't wake up anyone else.

The bed was almost like a canopy bed, but without a fabric drooping over the frame of it. It had a white blanket, that had a beige blanket near the end. With one white pillow and the other one was purple with a red stripe.

A brown sofa was right on the end of the bed. And the walls were a pretty tan color.

I'd check out the rest of the room in the morning.

Me and Amy dropped our bags and without changing into our pajamas, we jumped onto the bed, falling asleep instantly.

And I dreamed about Paul.

"I love you." Paul whispered. We were at a masquerade ball. Instead of the guy I met, it was Paul. "I love you too." I whispered. Everything is dreamy, his hands are on my waist, The music is soft and slow, playing a delightful tune. Paul twirled me around, and suddenly he let go of my hand, he started to move farther away from me and I started to fall. I was falling in a long black hole.