Remember the Past? (o2l fan fic)

Chapter 8: Hotel Hunt

Samantha's POV.

I go to check in to the Hotel. "Excuse me." I ask to the person at the front desk.

"Yes?" She says with a fake smile on her face.

"Can I have 1 bedroom with 2 queen size beds, please." I ask.

"Yes you may. Your room will be room 218" she hands us both a room key. We take the keys and head up to the 2 floor.

"This hotel is like deserted, is it like haunted here or something. You know I hate and am highly terrified of ghosts." Hope, lecturing me on something I already know.

"I don't know, for what I remember when I looked up hotels I saw this one it had three stars plus it wasn't too expensive. Would you like me to read the comments."

"Yeah! Read them because I swear this place is haunted."

"Ok, ok hang on. Let me pull it up." I didn't actually read them all entirely, I kind of just skimmed through them.

I mainly read reviews like this. "This hotel is scary... worst experience ever... Paranormal activity... Creepy..."

"WHAT!?! I TOLD YOU, I TOLD YOU THIS PLACE WAS HAUNTED! WE'RE GETTING THE HELL OUT OF THIS PLACE!" Hope screamed. She ran out faster than I could respond. Hope had the chills and was shaking and rubbing her arms and legs, it like she was covered with mud and was trying to get the crap off of her.

"What are you doing?" I asked her while re-packing our bags in the car. I had to make a couple of trips because we all know hope is not taking one step out of that car. She never really answered my question because I had to get HER BAGS and put them in the car.

"You do realize you could help me?" I asked with a bit of irritation in my voice. I actually knew there is no way she would help me.

"What are you talking about? You want me to go back in that creepy ass hotel?! For all I care leave all my stuff there. I am not. N-O-T not, going back in there." She responded.

"Yeah your way to much of a scaredy cat to go back in there."

"Well at least I'm not a scaredy dog."

"Now that I think of that maybe you are a scaredy bitch." I laugh a bit. " I mean you were kinda acting like one when you said that stuff about the hotel right in it's face." We both laugh at the honesty in my statement.

"Uah ruuudde" Hope still smiling from the laughing. "Ok ready to get outta here?"

"Yeah hang on just help me scaredy bitch." We both slightly laugh.

Hope's POV

"Ok" I said helping me put the last bag in the car. "There it's in. I will search up a new hotel in the car. You drive."

"Did you bring your license?" Samantha said

"Of course I did. Why wouldn't I have? I brought my wallet." I said a bit supisous to why I asked.

"I would check your wallet." She said smirking a bit.

"Okkkkayyyy...." I hesitate a bit. I pull out my wallet. "WHAT THE HELL SAMANTHA?! WHERE'S MY LICENSE?!"

"Relax I just put it in the paper shredder"

"Seriously where is it?" I say not laughing at the joke

"I'm not joking" And she pulls out a bag of a shredded ID. My mouth just drops open. I speechless " I didn't want you to drive away or something and psych me out or something."

"WHY WOULD I LEAVE YOU?! IT HAS BEEN MY DREAM TO MEET O2L. YOU DIDN'T HAVE TO SHRED MY ID?!" I yell frierous. She doesn't respond and just gets in the drivers seat. "OH NO YOU AREN'T DRIVING I AM GET OUT OF THAT SEAT!"