Undeniable

roomates

{ tana's pov }

I'm Tana fucking Mongeau, I do not have time for this nor should I be dealing with this. I thought to myself standing at the front desk at the Hilton hotel in Orlando, Florida. It was already nine pm and I was exhausted from the traveling I've been doing all day.
"I'm sorry ma'am, but we have no record of you booking a hotel with us for this date." Carol, the severely under-weight receptionist tried explaining to me.
I snap, "My manager Jordon Worona called you guys, booked a hotel for me on the date February 15th, 2017 for today, April 21st, 2017 until April 25th, 2017. I have Playlist live tomorrow through Sunday I cannot not have a room here." Carol tried, "Well maybe try another hotel because I apologize but your manager did not book a hotel room under his name or under yours for this day at this hotel." I say, starting to get even more worked up, "This is ridiculous. I am staying at this hotel because I specifically remember Jordan telling me that the J.W Mariot where most Youtubers and Creators are staying in is all booked so this was our second option. Listen, the building they're holding Playlist in is right near here, and not to sound prissy, but any hotel that will be able to give me a room right now are  going to be very trashy and I need a good rest because I need to wake up super early." She starts, "Listen, Ms. Mongeau, either get a hotel room somewhere else or-" "Wait, wait, wait. Shut up for a second." I say cutting her off.
I take my phone out and call Trevor. "Hey Tana you're in Orlando now?" He answered. I ramble, "You're staying at the Hilton right? I need to stay in your room with you okay? The fucking lady here is telling me that I don't have a room and I need a place to crash this weekend." Trevor sighs, "Shit that sucks. Listen I won't be there until tomorrow late at night. I'm missing the first day because I have some meeting about an upcoming song that I committed to months ago." I complain, "Trevor! I literally am too tired to deal with this shit right now!" He beams, "Kian, Ricky, and Jc are staying at the Hilton. Go up to there room they'll let you crash with them!" I assure, "Your positive they're staying here?" He responds, "Yes. That's why I'm staying there. I wanted a room near Ricky's. I'll text you there room number, okay?" I say, "Ugh, thank you Trevor I fucking love you!"
We hang up and I checked my phone for the room number. Without acknowledging Carol, I walk to the elevators and head to there room.

[ jc's pov ]

"Kian get the fucking door." I holler as I unpack my clothes for the morning. He moans and walks over to the door. "Tana!", I hear Ricky yell. I look over and entering our room is a tired looking but still attractive, Tana Mongeau. She was wearing her own Bleach and Tone merchandise t-shirt and leggings which fit her well. She also carried an enormous Louis Vuitton bag. I yell, "Tana Mongoose what are you doing?" She explains, "I just got here and fucking Carol is telling me I never booked a room which is some bull shit and I need to stay here until like Saturday when Trevor arrives." I looked at the ground and did a small laugh. I strongly admired the way she talked. She had a sarcastic and humorous way about her that I was very fond of.
Ricky smiles, "Yeah that's cool." She thanks, "Oh my god thank you. I am so tired from traveling all day and then I had to deal with that! I need to get rest. Which bed am I taking over?"
I look over at Kian and Ricky who are standing near the television. They both look at each other and then at me. Kian, before anyone discussing anything says, "You get that bed. Me and Ricky are taking this bed so you're stuck with Jc." I complain, "No, I have to share a bed with her." Tana rolls her eyes, "Yeah, cuz' I'm just so awful. Okay, I'll be right back I need to tell them to bring my shit up here and I need to tell Carol to suck my fucking dick!" We all laugh and she leaves.
Ricky pesters, "So buddy, you're sleeping next to Tana Mongeau." "Just please don't screw while we're sleeping, okay?" Kian interrupts. I try to keep a straight face, "What the fuck. Don't worry I'm not going to start banging Tana, besides I thought you wanted a bed to yourself Kian? Why'd you act like I was the one getting the bed to myself?"
Kian walks over to me, puts his arm around my neck, and says, "Jc, Jc, Jc. We all have been friends for a long time. And me and Ricky have started to notice things. For instance, you act very blushy and smiley when you're around her." "You also look at her Instagram pictures and tweets for far to long." Ricky jumped in. "And also, you fucking like Tana Mongeau. We're just trying to help a brother out." Kian finished. I ramble, "You guys are fucking ridiculous. I hate Tana. Well I mean, I don't hate her, but like we're just friends. Okay?"
silence.
I repeat, "Okay?" They look at each other and Kian reassures, "Yep you definitely fucking like her."