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Chapter Five
Heroine ended up staying in our room until about midnight watching some really random moviess with Gabo and I which included Harry Potter and 300. Right after she waltzed out of the room, Gabo tiredly reached over for the phone and asked me what the number for getting more pillows was. I didn’t know, so he forced me to get out of bed and get the little binder of important hotel numbers. We somehow found the number with little trouble and after typing in the number for him and having him awkwardly throwing his arm across my chest when I laid back down, he learned quite happily that he could get extra pillows. However, it would have to be for tomorrow’s room cleaning and that pissed him off. He gave me the phone to hang it up and rolled over onto his stomach. “I think I’m going to take a shower.”
“OK. I’ll take one after you.” I said. I was so tired, so I turned the TV onto some random channel as Gabo stood up and made his way to the shower. I don’t know what I was watching. I think it was something along the lines of Jackass. Maybe it wasn’t because there were no pranks. Whatsoever. Oh my God…are those…bones? EW. FLESH. I squeezed my eyes shut before peeking one open to see someone holding up a pelvic bone. Maybe it was Skeleton Stories. Of course, upon commercial break and seeing “Skeleton Stories Will Return” on the TV, I squealed happily. This was my favorite show. Ever. The commercials didn’t end as fast as I wanted them to and, when they did, I quickly caught up on what had happened. Apparently some hooker’s torso had been found in a river and she was completely dismembered and partially decomposed. Can you say “ew”? However, I was completely engrossed in the show and when Gabo got out of the shower, all dressed for bed and good smelling, I didn’t want to move.
“Go get in the shower, Ashlinn.” He said, simply, and I raised my eyebrows up to my hairline, surprised to see him there. He mirrored my face and then crossed his eyes, giving him a very comical expression. He looks silly with his dark hair all damp and wavy and bits pinned back from his face.
“But I want to find out why the hooker was killed, Gabo!” I protested, pointing towards the tv. He just rolled his eyes and lazily fell on top of me. For a tiny little Hispanic boy, he sure weighed a lot. “Oh, God, Gabey, how much do you weigh?” I asked, trying to poke him. I was failing because the way he’d fallen pinned my right hand down, so I couldn’t get my nail at the right angle. My other arm was bent at an awkward angle and was just…lying there. Psycho freak.
“I only weigh like…one eighteen or something like that.” He said, sweetly, and then moved his hips so that his boney bum was digging into me. He suddenly rolled and buried his face in my shoulder. And then he coughed and shimmied off me, pretending to gasp for air. “My GOD, I am not sleeping with you if you smell like perfume!” He said, dramatically. I groaned. I didn’t want to miss my show! “I’ll watch it and tell you.” I believed him (for once) and then proceeded to get ready for my shower. As I grabbed my pajamas, I was very thankful that Gabo was gay because I’d packed my short shorts and tank top. Johnny probably would wonder why I was still a virgin if I dressed like that around him. I was a virgin because I wanted to be. Well, for now, that is. It didn’t necessarily mean that I was ALWAYS going to be one, but at the moment, it was a no for me. Kind of like Johnny claiming he wasn’t gay. I showered quickly and dressed and once I was back in the main part of our room I bounced on the bed to wake Gabo up because he was half asleep. “OH MY GOD, ASH. BOOBS.” He exclaimed, wide eyed and slightly frightened. I laughed and sat on the edge of the bed, flipping my head over so I could dry my long hair off. “Jesus, I hate boobs.”
“Shut up, Gabriel. You just wish you could have some.” I said, attempting to eye the TV from the side. It wasn’t working and my eyes were beginning to hurt. “I’m kind of glad I’m not sleeping with Johnny right now because he’d probably have gone, “OH GEEZ, BOOBS, I LOVE BOOBS. And tried to molest me or something.” I wrapped my towel around my hair and then turned around so I was sitting with my back to the headboard of the bed. At least now I could see!
“I agree.” Gabo said. “Want to know what happened to that hooker?” I wiggled my toes and nodded my head.
“Yeah!”
“Basically, some dude got pissed at her one night when they were doing drugs and whacked her in the head with something and then dismembered her.” Gabo said. “This episode is pretty cool too. But it has a dead kid and that’s sort of sad.” I pouted. I hated watching shows with kids as the victims. It was so sad and it reminded me of my little sister, Beth, who died when she was two.
“Ugh, are you serious?” I asked, feeling my mood shift, slightly. “God, leave it to you to want to watch the shows with little kids involved.” Gabo looked at me, curiously, but I suddenly smiled. “Remind me not to become a whore who takes crack when I’m workin’ the corners, Gabe.”
“You slut.” Gabo stated with a sigh. I snickered and turned my attention to the TV. The show was doing an amazing job of making me sad. There had to be SOMETHING I could do to break this quality awkward silence.
“This is so weird. I feel like we’re married or something.” There we go! I crawled under the sheets and took the towel off my head and dropped it to the floor. This called for witty theme music like The Rapture or Justin Timberlake or something. Why did I leave my iPod all the way across the room?
“Ew, I know.” Gabo said, sighing. “If I end up snuggling against you or something, I’m really sorry. Or if I molest your boobs or something gross like that.” I pretended to be very grossed out. “I’m kidding, God!”
“I am God. Thanks, love. And, uh, Ditto. On all parts.” I said, keeping my eyes trained on the TV. “Oh, if anyone asks tomorrow, we had the most mind blowing, amazing, porn worthy sex ever and I turned you bi.” That made Gabo laugh and shake his damp hair in amusement. Like anyone would actually believe us. Seriously. They’d think we’d taken something or I wanted an STD.
“Oh, yes Ashlinn. You made me bi. That would take a lot. Sorry, BUT I don’t think Heir and Johnny would believe us. You’re too nice for me.”
“Yeah, I guess you’re right. So much for trying.” I muttered, shoving my left hand in his face and sticking my middle finger up. “Go to hell, emo boy.” He swatted my hand away.
“I’m not even going to try to come up with a comeback for that one, Ash.” We were silent as we watched TV. The epsisode we were watching suddenly mention illegal immigrants immigrants which made me poke Gabo, curiously.
“Are you an illegal immigrant, Gabo? Your last name is Sanchez and you’re Mexican! Cause if you’re illegal, you might have to go back to Mexico. That would make me really sad.”
“…No. I’m not.” He replied, grabbing the remote from where it had been sitting between the two of us and proceeded to turn the volume down a click. “My grandpa was though.” I gasped.
“REALLY. No way! That means you have to go back to Mexico, Gabe!” By now I was looking at him and he was looking at me, completely confused. “Dude, you even speak Spanish, don’t you.”
“I don’t have to go to Mexico, Ashlinn. I was born in America. I’m legal. And I don’t speak Spanish.” I rolled my eyes. SURE he didn’t speak Spanish. I bet he was completely fluent. He was so modest sometimes…it was sickening. Anyways, we sort of stopped talking after a few minutes, except for the occasional, ‘ew, gross’ or ‘poor kid. Remind me never to go skinny dipping at night’ and ‘Go suck a dick.’ Finally, Gabo turned the TV off. “I’m tired. G’Night Ash.”
“Night, Gabo.” I replied, leaning over to turn off my bedside light. The room was engulfed in darkness and, having never slept in a bed with the opposite sex before, I was totally petrified. I mean, I know Gabo wasn’t going to like…rape me, or molest me or something, but still. He’s a guy. I mean, I’ve known him for a couple of years now, but either way. EHMUHGOD.
I just don’t deal with new situations like this well at ALL. I totally wish I’d taken Johnny up on taking the two bed room. I wouldn’t be experiencing this discomfort. Oh, geez. I shifted, uncomfortably. “Ashlinn…?”
“Yeah?”
“Relax, would you? Just sleep.” Gabo stated. “You’re making this way more awkward than it needs to be.” Cue extremely awkward moment.
“Sorry.” I muttered, finally, closing my eyes. I just needed to breathe, count sheep. I felt myself relax a few minutes later and realized that Gabo’s steady breathing was rather relaxing. Stupid Gabo. I was ever so tempted to kick him or something, but I was finally really, really sleepy.
Thank God!
A)I have nothing against
Hispanics/illegal immigrants. Just so everyone knows.
B)I’ll hopefully
update soon.
C) ILOVEMYREVIEWERS -hugs&hearts-
