Paul sighed with content as he entered his hotel room. The flight was hell, as he ended up sitting next to an evil chicken. (Don't ask). And the crap pilot almost killed him several times, this made him believe his whole holiday would end up rubbish. But seeing his impeccable taste of hotel room, made him have faith again.
The lounge area was very modern. The walls were painted a very stylish pastel grey and despite the darkness of the room plenty of natural light was let in by the huge glass window. He walked straight ahead and looked out of the window to see the whole resort. What caught his eye was the huge blue pool lit up by the moonlight.
He looked back inside the lounge and had an overwhelming urge to sit down and relax on the matching grey sofa. But he wanted to rid of his luggage first.
He dragged one suitcase next to his bed, but couldn't really be bothered to pack, so he dived onto the bed. Enjoying, sinking into his superfluous amount of pillows. Like the lounge the bed room was grey and had a mini couch and a bih window. Paul loved sleeping by the window
Hours later he pried himself off of his bed, his jet lag/trauma having faded, an
decided to kick of his holiday by staring blankly at the TV. Then he heard slight commotion coming from outside his room, but despite having no clue what the cartoon was sayingsp (since it was in a different language) Paul increased the TV volume. However, the voices got louder and more audible, so instead of fighting it he decided to eavesdrop.
"...no! No! I keep telling you it must be a mistake, I booked-"
"Yes sir," The other, deeper voice interrupted, nevertheless sounding a bit frightened. "I understand that, but due to overbooking-"
"I don't give a damn about that! I'm not sleeping-"
"No one is asking you to engage in sexual activity."
"-with a stranger."
Paul, who's ear was against the door trying to hear as clearly as possible, had an unexpected surprise when the door swung open, it took Paul by surprise and he fell onto the floor. He mentally screamed a string of curses, why did he have to be the unlucky one? Why did he have to be the one who had to have their holiday ruined? Why did he have to share with a stranger? This was worst thing that could happen, unless he was sharing with a girl.
"Paul!?" Brian shouted dropping his hand luggage.
"Have a nice day sir." The hotel manager quickly walked off, intelligently fleeing from the awkward situation while he had the chance. He hurried down the narrow corridor and reached the lift 10 metres later. He thought it could've been worse, at least they knew each other.
"BRIAN!?" Paul screamed, yet was trying to hide his anxiety, the last time he saw Brian was when they left him up a tree. And apparently Brian got community service in the first place (and had to help out at the baking competition) because he had a meltdown and went on an angry rampage. Now he was in a hotel room alone with the guy who has a criminal record.
"Oh piss off." Brian cursed at the manager who was frantically pressing the lift button. The two men or boys (whatever they are) looked at each other, Paul still on the floor and Brian surrounded by his abandoned luggage.
"I came here to get away from you lot and I end up 'ere." They said in unison. Paul glared at Brian, before getting up and helping him move his luggage inside the lounge. "Well it ain't my fault." The oldest of the two mumbled, breaking the few minutes of silence.
"Nor is it mine," Paul whined his hazel eyes sinking solemnly. "I only came 'ere to see hot foreign birds." This caused Brian to smack his palm onto his face. Yep, this will be the longest holiday of his life.
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