Operation Marriage

Chapter Eight - The Wave Crest Hotel

NOTE: Devon and Holland's official ship name is Hevon, made up by Amber (@27004959 - Quotev), otherwise known as 'Wish Granting Factory-NOT'. Thank you so much, Amber - it's particularly awesome because it sounds like 'Heaven' oh my goodness you amazing person, you. Thank you. Hevon. Hevon. Hevon. I can't stop saying it! And once again, thank you :) You deserve ice cream.

Chapter Eight - The Wave Crest Hotel

"Are we there yet?" I asked again, for about the billionth time since starting the car journey. It had to have been at least three hours. Devon looked half-dead, petting Russell with less life in him than I had ever seen ever. My mum just gave me an annoyed look through the mirror. I slumped back in my chair and stared at the ceiling of the car. "I hate cars."

"I feel you." Devon said, absentmindedly scratching Russell behind the ears.

"Cheer up, kids! You're going on your honeymoon! I honestly don't get teenagers, you're cheerful one moment and then the next you're all moody and unsociable. I would lighten up if I were you, you never know what will happen over the next two nights." My mother said, looking back at us. Her dark brown hair was falling out of its ponytail, like mine was. She wore sunglasses and looked as if she was the one that was going on the small holiday, much more than Devon and I did. Devon and I exchanged a look and looked back at my mother simultaneously.

"Mrs Clarke-" My mother gave him a firm look. "Sorry, Mary. I must remember Mary. Anyway, what have you booked us into exactly? Because you realise you're letting your daughter stay in a hotel with a boy she doesn't really know, right?" Devon said, curiously looking at my mother. He was still petting Russell as he spoke.

"Of course I know that, Devon!" My mum chirped happily, as if it was nothing. "I believe it will be good for the two of you! And you'll get lovely pictures for your journal and most of all, you'll probably get some beautiful memories together."

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"I'm sticking this one in the journal myself, even if they kill me." My eyes fluttered open slightly and I found myself being photographed by my mother, who was muttering to herself. "Oh, what a pity! Why did you wake up, you looked so cute sleeping like that!" I blinked and looked about to see my head was resting on Devon's shoulder, and his head had fallen on top of mine, his soft hair tickling my skin slightly. Russell had curled up between us, Devon's arm draped across was the dog's body, my arm doing the same sort of thing, except it had tangled up with his somewhere. How freaking cliché. Why did I have to fall asleep? What was worse was that if I moved, I would probably wake him up.

"No, mum!" I hissed, trying to untangle myself from Devon. My mother laughed at my pitiful attempt to try and become separate again. "This is a stressful situation and you are not helping me out here!"

"Is his hair soft?"

"Mum!"

My face was hot and I was embarrassed. But actually, yes it was. Devon's hair was very soft. Like puppy fur...or bunny fluff.

"W-What's happening?" Devon stirred and opened his eyes, looking about and taking in the situation he was now in. My mum bit her lip, obviously enjoying my embarrassment and pain. "Dearly beloved, why are we oh-so-romantically curled up together with a dog...in the back of your mother's car?" I had blushed bright red.

"I have no clue. I guess it just happened." I said, trying not to go as red as I probably had done. My mother smirked as Devon nodded and straightened himself out. "Anyway, mum, I'm guessing we've arrived?" My face still felt hot, like I'd just eaten too much chili or something and wasn't feeling the best from it.