The Youtuber Inn

I Want You To Want Me

(Alfie's POV)

"What..what the hell is going on?"
I stared blankly between Zoe and Caspar. Caspar and Zoe. Zaspar. How fucking lovely.

"Alfie," Zoe started, finally leaving Caspar's arms.

"Wait, I must be stupid to ask that. I know whats going on. What's going on is my girlfriend was just snogging an extremely close friend of her boyfriend's, oh and also her brother's roomate."
I shook my head, chuckling,
"Well I'm just gonna go. Don't want to interrupt anything."

I left the nightmare filled elevator and continued down the hall, walking faster than usual. Zoe chased after me.

"Alfie, please!"
I stopped in my tracks and turned around.
"If your gonna try and give me some cliché bullshit about how 'it didn't mean anything' and that 'it just happened' then you can save yourself the trouble and kindly fuck off." I exclaimed, holding back tears.
Zoe didn't hold back.

"Alfie," she repeated, frowning.

"You heard me, didn't you? I said fuck off."
She shook her head.
"Fuck off, Zoe!" I yelled, getting closer to her.

"No." Zoe stood still, barely able to choke out the smallest of words.

I opened my mouth to speak, but quickly decided against it and just smiled, turning on my heel and leaving the gorgeous Zoe behind. As I walked toward the end of the hall, I took a glance in the mirror, and behind me was Caspar, hugging Zoe's shoulders and kissing her cheek. She slapped his hand and stomped away.

I swung open the door to our room and plopped myself onto the bed, screaming as loud as I possibly could into the mattress. What was I supposed to do? I didn't want to leave, but I also didn't want to spend another second in this hotel. I had to go out.
I reached in my closet and pulled out the first decent outfit i could find;
A solid navy blue T-shirt, dark jeans, and a couple thin silver necklaces to tie it together. I grabbed my hoodie and headed for the door.

Directly across the street was an extremely convenient row of shops including a CVS, a liquor store, a small pizza place, and a thrift shop. In the state I was in, I needed a couple drinks.
Suddenly I got a text from Caspar.

Caspar:
"Can we talk this out?"

I grinned at the phone, pure anger pulsing through me. I'm not at all an angry kind of guy, but I was a jealous kind. Next thing I knew, i had launched my phone into the street, shattering it into hundreds of little pieces.
Fuck it, I needed a lot of drinks.
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The entire liquor store smelt of, well, liquor. Beer gutted men and nicotine breathed women were scattered across the room, carrying whatever let them forget their whole night when they woke up the next morning. I'm not at all a drinker, so picking out something to do the same was nearly impossible for me. I reached for a plastic bottle of Fireball whiskey, when suddenly a slim, pale hand stopped me.
I looked up to see a pair of huge green eyes staring at me, eyebrows narrowed. The girl just looked at me for a moment, a thin magenta grin painted across her face.
"You look like you need something a lot stronger than that."

I pulled away from the plastic bottle and gestured to the tall glass one in her hand. "What do you have?" I asked, wiping my nose with my sleeve.

"Wow, a brit. Wouldn't you much rather be in London then some shitty town in California?"

I shrugged. "Friends of mine decided we all should come down here."
The great thing about being in such a small town was that no one had recognized any of us yet. I was actually quite surprised. It wasn't at all a shitty town, though, I thought it was pretty nice. At least, our hotel was pretty nice. I repeated my previous question.
"You gonna tell me what you have?" I said again, pointing to her bottle. She chuckled. "Absinthe."