Comfort

Silent Treatment

(1031 words)

"Who was that?" I asked.

He turned his head, glared at me, and pulled out his phone. I moved to his side to see his phone but he turned his body away, concealing his phone. After a second he put his phone on his shoulder, showing me the screen. He typed a new note that read, 'I called a taxi.'

"You're seriously not gonna talk to me? Not at all?" I scoffed.

He nodded his head yes, putting his phone up and started walking to the exit.  I followed behind, exasperated with him. I did the same with the other situation, decided to ignore it. I looked around finally observing my surroundings. This airport was much less crowded, it was the main island of the Bahamas, so it was quite nice. I'd be lying if I said I knew anything about this place, but it sure is beautiful. The heat hit me as we walked out the airport, and the smell of the ocean filled my lungs.  It was far from a huge city with skyscrapers, but more like a small tropical town that filled the entire island.  Our taxi pulled up, Grian waved him over.  The driver got out and opened his hood.

"Hello, I'm Trevor!  I'll help you with that." He offered.

  His Latin accent was rich, and his smile was inviting.

"Thank you." I said cheerfully.

His face perked up with my voice, "You're not American!  You guys are British, yes?" He said taking our luggage.

"That's correct, thank you." Grian said, still ignoring me.

  We got in the back of the taxi, avoiding each other as much as possible in the tight space. 

  Trevor hopped in the drivers seat, "Alright, where to?"

  Grian told him the address, and Trevor put it in his GPS.

"So where you guys from in England?" He asked.

Grian didn't speak so I did, "We live just a couple hours away from each other, it's Northern England."

"Ahhh, I don't know much about Europe, most my guests are American" He laughed.

"It's alright" I laughed with him.

"You too don't live together?" He asked.

"Oh no.  We're just friends traveling." I said a little defensively.

"I see, you'll love it here.  Especially with your hotel, one of the bests in the Bahamas if I remember correctly." He said assuringly.

  We arrived after a few minutes, the hotel looked amazing as I stepped out of the taxi.  It was taller than most the buildings, about 5 floors up.  It looked modern and clean.  Trevor handed us our luggage and Grian tipped him generously.

"Oh, thank you!  Have a great stay you two!" Trevor thanked us, getting back to work.

"Nice meeting you!" I waved bye, he was nice.

  I turned and Grian once again, was walking away.  Seriously, this again?  I didn't bother running to catch up with him this time, I stayed steadily behind.  Grian talk to the front desk while I gazed around. I thought the hotel looked good from the outside, the inside was better. It was open, with indescribable architecture for the walls. The windows lighted up the lobby brightly, there were fountains on the walls around us. The other people that stayed here were, fairly wealthy. Rich Americans mostly, some with families and lots of couples. Grian glanced at me before heading to the lift, that's cute. He doesn't want to talk but he won't abandon me. I followed behind, getting in the lift with him. He clicked to the top floor, the lift that costs more than my house brought us there smoothly. I let him lead, being I have no clue what our room number is, he was still heavily upset. He huffed as he trailed out. Our room was fairly close to the lifts, he quickly entered the room with the keycard.

We walked in, looked around. Two doors in a long hallway that I skipped to look at the rest of the place. Grian put his stuff in a corner and put the keycards on the coffee table in the middle. He then looked around, worried.

"What?" I asked curiously, laying my stuff next to his.

"One bed..." Was all he said.

We explored around more, and sure enough. I looked around in horror, don't get me wrong the room was beautiful, updated kitchen and living room with a balcony. But one bedroom, and one bed.

"You, Y-You told me you had got two beds." I said cautiously.

"Unbelievable, they must have gotten it wrong." Grian stood in disbelief.

"Are you sure you—"

"Yes Mumbo, I'm sure." He said angrily.

"Ha—! You talked to me!" I pointed at him.

Grian immediately stopped after that, he crossed his arms and tried to push me out of his way. His push didn't do much and I stopped him from leaving the room.

"Dude!  What's your problem?" I asked, knowing exactly what his problem is.

  He looked at me like, 'really?'

"Alright, alright.  So, do you want to talk about it?" I asked.

"Talk about what?" He asked, probing to get me to talk about it first.

"Only having one bed, of course, what else would we be talking about?" I played dumb.

"It's not a big deal, honestly.  I don't mind." I continued.

He rolled his eyes and tried again to squeeze through me.

"Okay okay." I stopped him again, "I know what you actually want to talk about." I admitted.

"Do you?" He pushed the answer again, squinting at me.

"You wanna talk about whatever the hell happened before we got of the plane..." I exhaled, giving up on ignoring it.

He stared at me for a bit, "Nope it's about the beds, I'm going down to see if we can get a different room." he said rushing out the room.

"W-What?" I expressed out loud.

He was clearly upset about it, and he wanted to talk about it. And now when I finally wanna talk about it, he's just gonna run off? I paced around, waiting for him to come back. I had so many questions, is this even still our room? I was impatient, I hated it, not knowing these things.