We had been walking in silence on our way back up to the room. The receptionist that had checked us in earlier was no longer there and the hallways seemed even more gloomy than before. We stood in front of our door and reached into Flynn's coat pocket, glad he had left the key card in here, before Carter put his hand on my shoulder.
"Can you... not tell Flynn about me trying to leave?"
I wanted to ask why, but knew it probably wasn't my place to ask, instead I just nodded.
I heard the click of the door unlocking as I stepped back into the room, Carter close behind. I took off Flynn's coat and scampered back to the bed, eager to get under the covers and regain feeling in my toes. I saw Carter walk back into the bathroom and felt something in my chest swell.
"Carter," my voice was barely above a whisper, as to not wake Flynn up, who had miraculously stayed asleep this whole time, "c'mere."
I saw Carter falter, tilting his head as if he hadn't heard me right somehow.
"what?"
I patted the spot on the bed next me, "I don't mind sharing a bed."
I wished he would just hurry and get in before I felt embarrassed for even asking.
"are you su-"
Suddenly, I head Flynn stir in his sleep, "Carter get in the fucking bed so I can go back to sleep. You don't fit in the fucking bathtub anyway you idiot."
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I woke up to both Carter and Flynn standing over me. I jumped almost straight out of my skin, shielding my face with a pillow as a natural instinct. I heard Flynn's rumbling laugh and in that moment I had never been so tempted to commit manslaughter. I peeked over the edge of the pillow as Carter came around with a plate of what looked like breakfast. I sat up and rubbed my eyes, trying to adjust to the sunlight streaming in through the parted curtains.
"Can I please know why the both of you were standing over me like you're plotting my murder?"
Carter set the plate of food down on the nightstand, "no because then our plan would be foiled and you'd go running to the police."
I laughed sarcastically as I turned to look at the time. It was still early, not even nine in the morning yet, but it seemed as if the two had been awake for hours. I always had a tendency of sleeping in and if it were up to me, I would never leave my bed. I slowly stood up and made my way to the bathroom, mumbling something about giving me a minute to get ready before we headed out. I had left my backpack in here the night before and starting shuffling through it to try and find something somewhat clean to wear. I peeled off the clothes I had worn to sleep and changed into a pair of black jeans and a white turtleneck, remembering how cold it had been last night when I was standing outside with Carter.
I thought back to those moments and thought back to the Carter that was just outside this door. He seemed as if he had completely recovered from whatever had happened last night, but I couldn't shake the memory of his blue eyes that stared back at me with nothing but sadness. I shook my head as if it would get rid of the memory and went back to getting ready. I let my hair down after the last two days of wearing it up. It curled wildly around my face but I managed to subdue it enough to make it presentable. By the time I left the bathroom, Flynn was the only one in the room.
"You should eat before your breakfast gets cold. Carter and I ate downstairs, we didn't wanna wake you up that early."
"Thank you."
I ate quickly as he went around the room making sure that no one was forgetting anything. I knew that Flynn was older than us, but I had never ask how much older than us.
