Chapter 2: The Hotel Room

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Stuart's POV:

Stuart little despised the little rat chef that was rude to him, but he had to admit ratatouille was hella good. As soon as he finished it, he demanded another bowl of it.

He left after that to his hotel room at the Paris France Hotel in the most exquisite suite. He was headed to America in the morning to go to his best friend, Nigel's wedding. His best friend was an elementary school teacher and about to marry Patrick, his boyfriend.

As Stuart little pondered the wedding in the hotel lobby, He saw the rat chef looking at his motorcycle frustratingly. Stuart walked out of the hotel lobby and smirked, saying, "are you having issues." Remy looked at him with mock genuine and said, "no, I just wrecked my motorcycle because I wanted to."

Stuart little grinned and said, "No need to be mean, need a place to stay, baby?" Remy's cheek turned bright red and said, "I can walk home, rich guy." The mouse was about to reply when they heard thunder. All of a sudden, rain and hail fell from the sky.

Remy looked up to the sky and felt Stuart Little pull him inside the hotel. "Stuart, what no, why?"Remy spits out. Stuart Little retorted, "it's hailing, and you want to walk home, you can stay the night with me or until the storm passes." Remy just sighed and walked with the rude mouse into the elevator.

The rodents, after what felt like centuries, finally made it to Stuart's hotel room. Stuart Little got out the key card and opened the door.

Remy entered and kicked a pair of pants out of the way. "You're a fucking slob," Remy muttered. Stuart Little patted Remy's arm and said, "what's the point of cleaning when you could pay people for it."

Remy noticed how close they were. The mouse saw as well but didn't pull away. Remy reached up to touch Stuart's cheek. Stuart Little smirked and touched his lips to Remy's. Remy gasped but kissed him back. They fell onto the bed, but Remy pulled away. "I can't do this," he said.

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