I grab my bag and stuff some, probable unnecessary, things in it, look up and nod at him. He copies, grabs the room card and we set on our way down the hall to the ground floor. The lift takes a while, and when it does eventually open, it reveals an old lady, and classical music is playing. She was swaying her head and clicking in time to the music, which made us both giggle. But I couldn't hold it in, and burst out laughing. She gave me a strange look, but continued swaying, this time though, she was moving her hips. I could not stop, and they both give me a look, Con as if saying shut the hell up, and the lady as if I'd just killed someone with wide eyes. I didn't know what to do, I tried to stop by covering my mouth with my hand. That didn't help. And the fact that the doors opened a second later to the ground floor with everyone there, just made me worse. I took deep breaths and finally stopped, we're given strange looks as I giggle over to a table.
"I don't think we'll be welcomed here anymore."
"Why not?" I just rolled my eyes and stated.
"We should get some food." I am wearing a slim black dress to just above the knee with a small matching jacket. He's wearing a shirt with casual jeans. The room's pretty, still facing the theme of floral, with some pinks and lilacs.
He stands up and we walk over to where the food is. It was a buffet, and it is scientifically proven that you will eat more if there is more food in front of you. So I take out my phone and clicked on my Deit Plan app. I scanned the food with the camera to check calories (I've already accepted that this app probably isn't the best), I had put on the plate a peice of chicken with source. I then pick up some nuggets, which were 37. "Your fine the way you are." A head rested on my shoulder.
"Not really."
"Why not?" I simply sigh. His head leaves my shoulder and goes to the side where there are sandwiches. He picks up a ham and a cheese one, passing me one too lastly I grab a small tub of salad.
When we are at the table, my phone away, and the sandwiches were placed on my plate. I, being the person that I am, look unnervingly at the knives and forks strategically placed beside my plate, I hear a light laugh.
"So why?" I started.
"Why what?"
"Why did you take me here?"
"Because your my beautiful girlfriend and I've not treated you in a while."
"I feel guilty now." I say looking down at my plate,
"Why?" I lift my chin up to face him.
"Because I don't get you stuff or do something like this for you." I replied.
"Well you don't need to do anything." He smiled reassuringly.
"Thanks."
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Once we were back in the hotel room, and getting changed, I walk into the bathroom to brush my teeth. I pick up my blue travel tooth brush, paste, put them together and run them under the ice cold tap. After that, putting it in my mouth. The 2 minutes quickly sped by, and as I'm already spitting out, I feel arms wrap round my waist. And a gentle kiss was placed on my neck. I looked up in the mirror and saw the smiling faces of us with his head buried into my neck. He turned me around and I was looking at the ground, nervous of what to do next. He lifted my chin up to look into his eyes. We stared for a minute or two. Smiling back at each other. He pecked me on the forhead and held me close. Picked me up and threw me onto the bed, "Let's get some sleep, we've got a big day ahead of us tomorrow!"
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The Scholarship
Teen FictionShe's the usual teenage girl, hormones, easily excitable and so much fun. But when her dad creeps back from lurking in the shadows since she was aged three, he brings up bad memories- and tangled along a catch. Bailey must choose between two things...