The Middle - Volume Two ✔️

Chapter 69

Jamie

~ December 30th ~

When we arrive at the hotel in South Bridge, my mind is officially blown. It is fucking ridiculous, and by far the most beautiful hotel I have ever set foot in.

"So this is how the other half live, huh?" Erin comments as we step into our hotel suite (that's right, a fucking suite) with Jay and Patrick.

Jay's mom booked us into this suite because there are two rooms, connected by a huge living and kitchen area. Denise thinks Erin and I will room together, and Jay will room with Patrick. We all know that is not gonna happen.

"As always, if you snore, I'm kicking you out of the bed." I say to Patrick as I head through to claim one of the bedrooms.

I dump my bags onto the floor, gasping as I take in the enormous Queen bed, dressing table, en suite bathroom, and views over the hotel grounds. It's so pretty out there, even in the dark. The gardens are illuminated by street lights littered all over the grass, and it's so pretty. There's even a fucking lake in the middle of the gardens. I love it. 

I sit down on the bed, and holy shit it is so comfy. Fuck it, I'm gonna lay down.

"You're going to bed already?" I hear Erin say. I don't answer her. Too fucking comfy. She collapses down next to me on the bed.

"Fuck me. I am not putting out tonight. I'll be too busy dying and going to heaven beneath these sheets." She mumbles.

"Not gonna lie, I would be extremely happy if you didn't put out tonight." I say, closing my eyes and fully relaxing.

"Oh, shut up. We haven't been that annoying, have we?" She asks.

"Nah, not really. Just a little loud."

She thumps me on the shoulder.

"I'm happy for you, though. You know I am." I say. "And our rooms are pretty far apart. It should be fine."

"Hopefully these walls are sound proofed." She says, and we both laugh.

She was wrong. The walls are not fucking sound proofed. Not at all. If Erin screaming "Fuck! Shit! Jesus Christ! Oh my god! I'm cuming!" over and over again is anything to go by.

We all pretty much went to bed as soon as we'd unpacked some of our stuff. I didn't bother unpacking much, just my phone charger and my pyjamas. I was so beat. The second my head hit the pillow, I could feel myself peacefully drifting off. I barely even noticed Patrick getting into the bed next to me.

This peace was very quickly shattered by the sex noises coming from the other room.

"You awake?" Patrick grumbles. I consider ignoring him and pretending I'm asleep. This could get awkward. Fuck it, we're all friends here.

"Of course I am." I reply with a sigh before sitting up and switching my bedside lamp on. "I cannot take another night of this."

"What time is it?" He sits up too and rubs his eyes. I notice he's wearing a shirt. Typical. Seems he never wants to sleep next to me without making sure he has a respectable amount of clothing on.

"A little after 11." I say, checking my phone. No new messages from Noah. As if I'd expected there would be any.

"Fuck it, you wanna go downstairs for a drink?" Patrick asks. He looks tired, I probably do too.

"I don't know..." I say, right around the same time Erin's moaning starts up again, as loud as ever. "Yes, actually. Yes. A drink sounds fantastic."