Loving Him

Chapter 6

Happy December! It's the time of the year where everyone is blasting out Christmas songs! So, to celebrate the beginning of December, here's a Christmas song!

Juliet's POV
So, here I am. Standing in front of a counter in a dodgy hotel as the man I drooled on, while I was sleeping on the plane, was arguing with a man who supposedly owns the said dodgy hotel.

Why are they arguing you ask?

Well, apparently, all the rooms are booked up and there is only one room left. For us to share. I would like to think that the man I drooled on (or as I liked to call him, GrumpyPoo) wouldn't just leave me on the streets. Well, at least I hope he doesn't.

"What do you mean that there are no more rooms!?" GrumpyPoo shouted.

"No room mean no room. You share with her." The middle aged Thai man said in broken English.

"I don't want to share a room with her for God's sake!" GrumpyPoo bellowed out, exasperated.

Ouch. Well, that hurt. Is he afraid that I'll drool on him again? For goodness sake, that was a one time thing!

"No share?" The man asked GrumpyPoo.

"No!"

"Okay, then leave." The man said simply.

"No wait!" GrumpyPoo yelled. "We'll take the room," he sighed.

The man smiled at us and gave us our room key.

"Room upstairs, door 56." He told us.

We left without saying a word and headed towards the stairs as there was no elevator. We headed straight towards our room, which was room number 56. The further we walked down the hallway, the more rundown it was. The paint on the walls were chipped, damp and the ceiling looked as if it was gonna collapse down onto us. If this is how the hallways looked, then how would our room look like?

As soon as we reached our door, GrumpyPoo took the key and unlocked the door. When we stepped in, the room looked exactly the same as the hallway but at a much bigger extent.

I looked around the room and saw a small, possibly broken, TV set, a couch, a small fridge and one double bed. Oh no! I have to share a bed as well with GrumpyPoo!

I looked at him shyly to see him taking in the room as well until his eyes stopped at the bed.

"Well, looks like we'll be sharing the bed." He said nonchalantly.

I looked at him with an incredulous look.

Was he serious?

"No we're not," I told him straightforwardly.

"Well, I doubt neither one of us would like to sleep on the couch," he said as we both looked at the couch.

The couch's springs were popping out of the seat and there were various holes in it. It did not look comfortable at all!

"And besides, I refuse to sleep on the couch. If you want to, then be my guest." He told me.