3 am; joji miller

1.3

     We laid on the bed, laughing at the cheesiness of our plans. "Alright, what do you want to start with?" He asked and looked down at me.
  
     "Start with The Shining. I can't remember the last time I watched that," I said and took a sip from the soda that I had gotten. We got a few things from room service, like sodas.
  
     George found the movie, ordered it, and hit play. We leaned back against the headboard. His arm was around me again and I was leaned up against him. For about twenty minutes, we sat in silence. But George spoke up.
   
     "Rose? Can I ask you a question?" He said, in a low voice. I nodded in response.
  
     "Are you mad at me?" He asked blankly. I pulled out of his grasp and looked at him.
  
     "Do I seem mad?" I asked and rose an eyebrow at him.
  
     "Well, that's the thing. You don't. But you have every right to be mad, pissed, fucking angry. You should be home. Not in Japan with me."
  
     I didn't know what to say to him. I mean of course I wasn't happy about the whole situation. I was pretty frustrated. "No," I said.
  
     "I'm not mad at you. I guess I'm mad at the whole situation, but you? No. You didn't do this on purpose. You didn't try to get me stuck in Japan. And in all
honesty, you shouldn't be here either. You should be at home, filming some dumb video with the boys," I said. I let out a huge breath, after letting go of that mouthful.
  
     He looked at me. Not smiling, not frowning. Just staring. Blankly. He cocked his head.
  
    "All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy."
  
     We both looked to the TV and saw the woman's terrified face as she flipped through the pages with the repeated phrase. "I could use a cigarette," George said, "Maybe we can go out tomorrow and get a pack or two."
  
     "I'm not letting you buy me anything else. I'll just have to wait until my stuff gets here," I said and crossed my arms. I still wanted to know what he was thinking, when he was just staring at me.
  
     "You're just gonna have to get over it," George said to me, mimicking me by crossing his arms as well. I rolled my eyes at him.
   
     "But it makes me feel bad. I don't like it when people spend money on me."
  
     "Yeah, well I don't like it when I drag people into my problems, but here we are." He threw his arms up into the air and then brought them back down onto his hips. I mimicked him this time, and it ended up practically being a staring contest.
   
     He lost. "Now can we please finish this movie without worrying about things?" He said and rubbed his eye before leaning back against the headboard. I nodded and retook my position, propped up against him with his arm around me.
 
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     A couple hours passed, and we ended up wanting to watch something a little scarier. So we went to Rob Zombie. We watched two of his movies. The Lords of Salem, and 31. I really liked 31, but The Lords of Salem freaked me out a little bit.
  
     It was about 5:30 now, and we were both pretty bored. I guess we just wanted something to do. "Alright, lets go do something," George said and stood up from the bed as the end credits of 31 rolled.
  
     "Like what?" I asked and got up as well. I stretched and yawned. He shrugged his shoulders, but looked like he was thinking.
  
     "Well, I could take you out and get you something to eat, and then we could just go for a walk, if you want," he said.
  
     "Yeah, but what did I say about spending money on me?" I said back.
  
     "And what did I say about having to deal with it?"
  
     "Alright, alright. Fine. Where are we going?"
  
     "You'll just have to trust me on that one, Rose."
   
     "George Miller if you take me to Soapland I'll murder you."
  
     "Dammit, you caught me. Wait, you know about Soapland?"
  
     "I thought we covered the fact that I'm a fan of you."
  
     "Oh yeah, right. Don't remind. It makes me think about all the things I need to be embarrassed about."
  
     I laughed and shook my head at him. I took a few steps to him and wrapped my arms around him, giving him a hug. He wrapped his arms back around me and rested his chin on my head.
  
     We ended up standing there longer then I intended too, but it was okay because I didn't necessarily want to let go of him either.
  
     "Alright, you ready to go?" George said, finally breaking the silence. I nodded and pulled away from him.
  
     "I still want to know where we're going," I said as I grabbed the room key and slipped it into my back pocket. He got ready to step out of the door when I remembered something. I stopped dead in my tracks.
  
     "I was supposed to call my dad yesterday at like eight," I said and closed my eyes. "Shit."
  
     "Call him now if you want. He should be awake," George suggested and leaned against the doorway.
  
     "Yeah, you're right. I'm sorry, it'll only take a couple of minutes," I said and sat back down on the bed, reaching for the phone.
  
     "Don't worry about it. Your dad is more important then dinner," he said and smiled at me. I smiled back at him, glad he was so understanding. I dialed the number in the phone. It rang. And rang. And rang some more. I was beginning to get a little scared, but finally, he picked up.
  
     "Hello?" A deep, growly voice said. It was my dad.
  
     "Hi dad! It's Rose," I said, happy that he picked up.
  
     "Rose! I was getting worried. I didn't think you were ever going to call."
  
     "I'm sorry, I got really busy yesterday. It was pretty stressful."
  
     "What happened sweetie?"
 
     "I don't really want to talk about it. But things are a little better now. How are you feeling?"
  
     "Well, this hospice nurse won't ever let me do anything on my own."
  
     "Well dad, that's why she's there. To help you with things. You know that."
  
     "Yeah yeah. So, how's the Arizona life treating you?"
  
      "Umm, pretty good I guess. I met some people. They've been great friends to me."
  
     "Any boys I need to come and take care of? I'll bring my hospice nurse with me."
  
      "Dad," I laughed, "Well, there is one guy. His name is George. I think you'd like him. He approves of my cooking. Like I need it though."
  
     "Well, if he's smart enough to like your cooking, then I think I would like him. How'd you meet him?"
   
     "Let's just say it was pretty unexpected," I said. I could see George looking at me from the doorway. He was smiling, his dark eyes watching me. He was so gorgeous, it wasn't fair.
  
     "Well, maybe you'll have to come visit me some time later on. Bring him with you. Everybody could use some authentic cajun cooking." My dad always says that. He was right though, cajun food is the best.
   
     "Maybe. Alright dad, I've got some plans to go out. I can call you tomorrow if you want."
  
     "You going out with George?"
  
     "Dad...uhh...yes I am," I said and felt myself blushing. George chuckled slightly. My dad heard it.
  
     "Oh so he's there. Maybe I'll have to talk to him."
  
     "Sorry dad. Gotta go. I love you. Bye!"
  
     "I love you too."
  
     We hung up and George started laughing. I stood up and shook my head. We finally walked out of the hotel room. He put his arm around me and we made our way down to the lobby.
  
     Technically I didn't lie to my dad. But I still felt guilty. But I knew I couldn't tell him what was going on. Or that I was in Japan. Because if I told him that I was in Japan, he'd question it. And I couldn't tell why. Because that'd be bad.
  
     And he definitely wouldn't like George after that.