fake it // lrh

one

7:00AM

I woke up in a hotel bed, Sam sleeping soundly next to me despite the fact that my alarm was going off quite loudly. Amy tried to get us a room with two beds, but this was the only decent hotel available on such short notice.

Amy's assistant, Donovan, will be picking Sam and I up in an hour, which will leave us an hour to get through LA traffic to her office. I nudged Sam with my elbow, and she groaned in response.

"You should get up now if you want breakfast." I said. She yawned as she flopped over onto her back, her eyes slowly opening and wincing at the amount of sunlight in the room.

I grabbed my hair tie from the nightstand and began to put my hair up as I got out of bed, and headed towards the bathroom.

"You gonna shower?" Sam asked groggily as she rubbed her eyes.

"Actually I was going to pee, but I might shower." I responded as I shut the bathroom door behind me.

Sam insisted on speaking to me through the door while I peed, though.

"What do you want for breakfast?" She asked through the door.

"Could you not just wait literally thirty seconds?" I asked.

"No, I'm calling room service now." She said, and I groaned.

I exited the bathroom, and Sam gave me an expectant look.

"I just want a smoothie." I said with a sigh as I dug through the clothes in my suitcase. I pulled out a pair of boyfriend jeans, a fitted, white shirt, and a pair of converse.

"What flavor?" She asked.

"Whatever they have, something berry or banana I guess." I answered as I re-entered the bathroom with today's outfit. I turned the shower on, hoping the extremely cold water would wake me up and help tame the bags under my eyes.

The water was cold enough to cause my chest and airway tighten, and goosebumps rose on my skin. I could only tolerate a cold shower for less than a minute before switching the water back over to scalding heat.

"Just comin' in to pee." Sam said as the bathroom door swung open.

Sometimes I feel like my best friend and I are entirely too comfortable with each other. Then I heard Johnny's voice on the phone and realized we're all entirely too comfortable with each other.

"I want to impress her, Sam!" Johnny whined.

"Then be yourself!" Sam encouraged, and I snorted at her response.

"Incase you haven't noticed, I'm a dweeb." Johnny began. "You're no help, Sam." He shouted over the sound of Sam flushing the toilet.

I wonder if other best friends are this close and this gross with each other. I'm almost certain most friends don't video-chat each other while peeing.

"I never claimed to be." Sam said.

"Lio, blue or white shirt?" Johnny asked. I sighed, as Sam pulled back the shower curtain to show me her phone. Johnny was holding up two shirts, both button up, with his eyebrows raised expectantly.

"With what pants?" I asked as I worked conditioner into my hair.

"I'm thinking my khaki shorts." He answered.

"White." Sam and I answered in unison. He held it against his torso, judging the shirt in the mirror that was in front of him.

"You guys are the best, thanks." He said with sincerity.