My Brettonio stories

Idiots in Love

Sylvie felt the sun shining on her face and she groaned. How much did they drink last night? It must have been a lot to make her feel this awful.

She looked down at Antonio's face and she smiled slightly. Although they gotten completely wasted, it was still a successful night—a night that she had no clue on what happened. But they made it back to the room so that was the important part.

"What time is it?" Antonio managed to groaned out.

"11:30 AM." She whispered softly. "If we have to talk today, let's use our quiet voices, okay?"

Antonio nodded his head, agreeing with that idea. His head was killing him and he wasn't the type of person to experience hangovers. He tried to remembered some details about last night but nothing was coming to his head.

Before he could say anything to her, there was a loud knock at the door.

"Who's that? We're here alone!" She exclaimed which made Antonio flinched. So much for quiet voices today.

"Room service!" The perky guy announced.

"Antonio I know I'm against violence, but please go kick his ass." She said in a serious tone.

"I'm not doing that." He said and he couldn't help but laughed. He stood up from the bed. "But I thought I advise against room service." He said, puzzled. "You know–" he said as he slipped on his shirt and sweatpants. "It amazes me that we still had time to have sex last night considering how drunk we were."

Sylvie laughed as she leaned her head back. She was wondering the same thing but her head pounding stopped her from expressing that.

Antonio walked over to the door and he unlocked it. He opened the door, glaring at the man. "I thought when I ordered the room, I said no room service? Especially unannounced?" He said in an annoyed tone. Room service to him was expensive for no reason.

"We understand but here at this hotel, this is our newlyweds special. Free of charge. Congratulations and have–"

Antonio shook his head. "Sorry, but you have the wrong room, we aren't married."

"I'm sorry—is this–" he looked down at the paper in front of him. "Mr. Dawson's room?"

Antonio nodded his head, still puzzled. "Yes."

As Antonio was arguing with this man, Sylvie started to remember last night. How she saw that Elvis look-alike and wanted him to act it out. She even remembered that poor man's face when they kept saying to act it out, he was confused. Oh god, her and Antonio was married and it was all her fault. "Oh my god!" Sylvie gasped and Antonio turned his head in surprise at her outburst.

Sylvie quickly got out of bed and she walked over to the door. "Thank you so much. This is sweet, really." She pushed the cart in the room, needing to speak with her new husband. Oh god. Antonio was gonna divorce her and break up with her over this. What kind of idiot wanted to be married by Elvis? This girl that's who. She closed the door as she looked at Antonio. "You don't remember anything from last night?" She asked.

Antonio thought of it and he shook his head. "No. Which is strange because we didn't drink that much. Do you remember anything?"

She nodded her head, nervously. "Let me just explain before you stop me, okay?"

He nodded his head, puzzled but he let her start talking.

"Okay, so the bar was closing and we were walking back to our room when I got distracted because I saw an Elvis- lookalike marrying someone and I wanted Elvis to marry us, but only for an act. But now that I'm sober, I know that is impossible. You agreed but—now we're married." She slapped her forehead. "I'm so sorry. I was so stupid."