This Is Me

Part 65

Sean and Nate stayed up long into the night. Sitting with their backs to the bed, they ate popcorn and watched Russian horror movies. They didn't understand a word, but it just seemed to make it scarier. Otherwise, they guessed what was going on and ended up turning a horror film into a comedy. By the time they crashed from their sugar high, they missed their first two alarms. Around eight am, a knock at the door started to invade Sean's dream. Was he dreaming it? The knock came again and then the door unlocked. Sean sleepily opened his eyes, trying to wake himself up. The sounds didn't appear from his dream. The door opened and someone entered, uttering out under her breath in nervous English. "Housekeeping...?" Sean's eyes shot open, just as the woman jumped and yelped out something in speedy Russian. Sean sat up, thinking something bad happened. Instead, the Russian woman recovered and started gesturing around as she grumbled out in heavy Russian.

Sean didn't understand her unrest, until he looked around. The room was covered in pizza boxes and junk food bags. There was popcorn scattered everywhere from their popcorn fight. Crumbles and plastic cookie containers were all over the bed. While soda bottles, hot chocolate paper cups, and hotel water cups were scattered around from different throwing games they played. Laying behind him on the floor, Nate groaned out sourly. "Ugh... I learned a lesson... I think." Sean chuckled, running a hand through his hair and groaning himself. His whole side was in pain from sleeping on the hard floor. The Russian lady tossed her hands up, storming back out the door to get a bigger trash bag. Sean blinked, asking Nate groggily as he watched her. "Nate? How do you apologize in Russian?" Nate chuckled into the rug, mumbling out just as groggily. "Curl up on the ground and whimper... Look weak and fragile... They'll leave you alone." Sean burst out laughing, before commenting through a softer chuckle. "Nate, I think that's for bears."

Nate lifted his head, his hair ruffled in all directions as he shrugged out. "Still works. You don't need words to show how terrified you are of them." Sean shoved Nate back to the floor, then used the bed to stagger up onto his feet. His joints were stiff, and he felt sick. Leaning on the bed, he groaned out to Nate. "God, I hate getting old... Since when does sugar make me sick?" Nate rolled onto his back, muttering out dryly. "I don't know... but it's a cruel joke. We go our whole youth wanting candy... and then we're finally old enough to get it... and we can barely eat it." Sean chuckled into the blanket, then forced himself to go to the bathroom. When he came back, Nate was helping the lady clean up. Although, a few minutes Nate would stop to burp into his arm, or he'd stop for a bit because he got light-headed. From how patient she was being with Nate, he wondered if she thought they were hungover. After she had finished cleaning the room, the lady gave them fresh paper cups and pointed to the ice jug.

Nate didn't need to know Russian to get the message. Giving her the thumbs up, Nate took the cups with a smile. Sean finished dressing himself in his workout clothes, just as Nate fell back across the freshly made bed. Nate's enjoyment didn't last though, because Sean swatted his thigh and told him a bit reluctantly himself. "Come on. Off to the gym." Nate rolled onto his stomach, muffling out into the comforter. "Fuck you..." Sean tugged on him, chuckling out. "Think about Tony... You wanna him to beat us?" Nate raised his head, grumbling out. "I hate you... Fine... I'm up." Sliding off the bed, Nate dressed himself in his workout clothes and followed him out to the hotel's gym. The first place they went to was the morning yoga class. They needed to stretch, and it was the best opinion for them. Standing on the yoga mats, Nate winked at the women in the class. They were the only men here and the women found that funny. He felt like they had stumbled into a women's club.

The female instructor began the routine and the Nate as always was the center of attention. How Nate managed to make stretching sexy was beyond him. Sean tried to focus on just doing the moves, but it was hard when the women kept giggling like school girls. By the end, Nate had most of the women's numbers and got invited to the aerobics class. Sean got a number or two, but he flashed his ring and let them down easy. One of the women pouted, purring out to him. "She's a very luck girl." Sean was going to correct her but didn't. It wasn't important. Nate dragged him to the aerobatics class, telling him that it would help loosen them up. He knew better though. Nate just liked having fun. Nate wasn't an attention hound, but he did bring an energy to everything he did. Unable to say no, he followed him. This time the male aerobics instructor was the one that couldn't take his eyes off Nate. Sean was almost jealous of Nate. With aerobics over, they headed into the main gym and Sean asked him curiously. "How do you do that?"