Fake Love

Arrival

Peter was right. It was the most uncomfortable plane ride ever, his only plane ride ever. Wasn't a good first impression. He regretted no buying one of those neck pillows because his head didn't quite reach the head rest and his neck was strained way too much giving him a headache. A headache didn't help with sleep either,  Mj didn't make it any easier by taking up the whole arm rest. Peter was just looking forward to relaxing.

"Just try not to make too much talk," advised Mj just as they approached the big black car that would take them to the resort.

"So I'll just sit there and pretend I don't exist," implied Peter rolling his eyes.

"Exactly smiled Mj slapping his knee.

Both of them knew at the end of this car ride something was bound to happen.

"Peter your hair is a mess, Mj, why didn't you fix it?" complained Miss Jones from the passengers seat.

"It's fine mum, I already did," she muttered back to her.

"And I told you a million times, put on some make up," ordered her mother.

It went on like this for another 10 minutes and Peter just sat it the middle of it awkwardly taking it all in. Finally after dreading sitting in that car for any longer they arrived.

"Dinner is at 7, a car will pick you up. And at least try and make an effort to look nice," she advised before getting back into the car.

The car had dropped them off on a gravel driveway with a bamboo bungalow which looked like to be some kind of hall. The whole place was surrounded by a tropical hawian jungle. Nothing was said, the only sound was the suitcases scraping against the gravel.  Once they reached a dock which seemed to lead down to the cabins, a new conversation started.

"This place is really nice," began Peter, looking out at the water.

"We have rented this whole part of the island," Mj said like it was the most normal thing in the world.

"What?! I knew your family was rich but not this rich," exclaimed Peter, wide-eyed.

"Just come on you dork," Mj singed and pulling him along until they reached their cabin.

It had a ok sized living room with a kitchenette that had the normal stuff like a mini fridge packed with snacks and drinks, microwave and a toaster. The bedroom, unfortunately only had one bed, a queen bed. But the huge glass window that let in golden rays of sunshine kind of made up for it. The huge window idea was taken a little too far in the bathroom, the only privacy was in the small room dedicated to a toliet. Overall this was the fanciest place Peter had ever stayed at.

"So what are we going to do about this bed situation?" Peter awkwardly asked, shuffling his feet in the spot.

"Unless you wanna sleep on the ground then I'm having this side," Mj told him while jumping on the side closest to the bathroom.

"What ever you say..." mumbled Peter slowly putting down his suitcase and adjusting the sheets on his side of the bed, not really knowing what to do in a room this size.

"Are you joining me in the water or are you a pussy?" asked Mj lifting up one eyebrow, looking down on him with a sly look.

"Of course I'm going in, it's the whole theme of the island," Peter informed her, picking up his case again, dumping it down on the bed and began digging through it for his trunks.

Mj pulled out her swimmers. Peter glanced a look, they were a bikini set with the straps looking very thin. 'No I can't think like that' Peter told himself scrunching up his face in disgust.