"Ahhhh," Chris sighed in relief as he closed the door of his hotel room. He dropped his towel and iPod on the bed and paused a moment, considering throwing himself next to those items, but instead turned slowly to the bathroom. Staying in shape for the show was hard, but it had to be done. "Go I hate that treadmill," he breathed. Chris ran the water in the shower and stripped of his clothes, diving under the warm spray.
After his 30 minute concert to the empty hotel room, Chris stepped out of the shower, satisfied with his mashup of Defying Gravity and And I Am Telling You. Those songs never got old. He went to pick up a towel from the metal hook on the door, but there weren't any left. A small wave of panic rushed through him.
Um, ok, no towel, and all I have are sweaty gym clothes. Great, fantastic.
Chris rolled his eyes and cautiously stepped into the hotel room, shivering heavily.
At least I'll be able to put on some clothes I can dry out later, that way-
He stopped dead in his tracks. All of their bags were still in the lobby. Chris groaned loudly and shivered again. His eyes darted around the room for a solution, and they landed on a piece of black fabric in the corner. As Chris approached it, he noticed it was a robe- barely. The thin material felt like silk and was lacy and cut very high, obviously left accidentally from a couple's evening away. He looked around again desperately, but snatched the material and quickly draped it around himself. The robe fell high around Chris's thighs and he blushed self-consciously. He looked in the mirror and noticed the fabric stuck to his wet body and barely covered his chest, or really any part of his body, but it would have to do for now. He gave himself a quick one-over in the mirror.
I don't look half bad he giggled.
Chris approached the door that led to the hallway, with his hair still sopping wet. He pondered his options. The girls were all out of the picture, unfortunately, because they had all gone to lunch together. He could call the service desk, but he couldn't let anyone see him like this. Mark and Kevin were downstairs lifting weights when he left, so the were probably still busy. Chris's breath caught in his throat. The only option was Cory.
Which is helpful, because his room is next to mine and I'm gong because I need help…right? Right.
He took a deep breath and slipped into the cool hallway. Luckily no one was in sight as Chris waddled awkwardly over to Cory's room and quietly knocked on the door. He could hear music playing loudly on the other side and needed to get in- fast. "Cory," Chris hissed loudly. "Hey Cory!" his voice came out throaty and low, surprising himself. "I need you!" he said loudly. "Your, your help..I need your help," he corrected quickly. Still no response came from inside the boy's room.
Chris groaned desperately but suddenly remembered the extra card Ryan had given everyone. Chris called it a Master Card because it opened all the cast member's rooms in case of emergency. Plus he was trying to be witty because it was a credit card company. No one had laughed.
Chris snatched the card from his room and made his way back to Cory's room, wondering how one card could open ten different rooms anyway. He swiftly slipped the card in and the door made a *click*. The green light went on and Chris slowly stepped inside.
An unidentifiable rock song was playing loudly as Chris sauntered quietly into the room to get a towel for Cory's bathroom. He could see the corner of the bed, but the rest of it, where Cory was surely rocking out to an air drum solo or something a "dude" like him would do. Chris smiled to himself. Maybe he could go undetected. He carefully made his way around the corner and gasped silently, suddenly unable to breathe.