"Elizaveta! What are you doing here?"
"I could ask you the same thing! It's freezing and you're only wearing a flannel!"
"Did you run away again?"
"Yeah. My parents don't let me do anything by myself anymore."
"I'm sorry. That's my fault."
"Don't say that! It's not your fault that... that Ivan..."
With Gilbert's injuries treated and her things packed, Elizaveta led Gilbert to a small motel about five minutes away from their school. It was very cheap and made infamous by the many hookers that hung around. A lot of their drunken classmates also came here after dances.
"It's not the best, but we can stay here for now," Elizaveta told Gilbert.
"Nah. It's fine." It couldn't be worse than his dad's apartment could it?
"Hey there sexy. How 'bout you ditch that boring girl and come with us?" a pair of leopard-print clad prostitutes yelled at Gilbert. He ignored them and walked up to the front desk with Elizaveta.
"One room please," Elizaveta glanced at Gilbert. "With two beds."
The smoking old man who was behind the counter looked at Gilbert and took her money. He handed over two, small metal keys. "Room 4. Just down the hall, to the left."
Elizaveta thanked him and pulled Gilbert along to their room. The walls inside the room were covered with old, flowery wallpaper and the furniture looked as if it could fall apart at any second. Elizaveta set down the backpack and took out a box of cereal. "I guess dinner tonight will be cereal." She smiled apologetically. "I'm gonna take a shower, 'kay?" She found the towels in the closet and went into the bathroom.
Gilbert sat down in one of the sagging armchairs and tore open the box of cereal. He didn't realize how hungry he was until he started shoving handfuls of cereal into his mouth.
"Hungry aren't you?" Gilbert looked up to see Elizaveta in only a towel, her wet hair draped on her shoulders. Elizaveta noticed and blushed.
"I forgot to get my clothes out." She walked to the bed and rummaged through her bag.
"I-I-I'm gonna go shower now," Gilbert stuttered.
Elizaveta looked up. "Oh, okay. Here are some old pajama pants and a t-shirt." She tossed him a pair of green, plaid pajama pants and a gray t-shirt.
"T-Thanks," Gilbert said without looking at her and practically ran into the bathroom.
Gilbert's heart was beating furiously against his chest. He was in a room, with Elizaveta, in a towel... He shook his head. No, he couldn't think that. She was still in love with Roderich. He stripped off his bloody clothes and bandages and stepped into the shower. He turned on the water. The water was hot one minute, cold the next, but Gilbert didn't feel it. All he could feel was Elizaveta's body pressed against his. It seemed a lifetime ago.
"Gilbert?"
"Hm?"
"I..."
"Yeah? C'mon, spit it out."
"I... I love you."
"C'mon spit it out."
Yeah Gil, you totally just ruined the mood.
Haha. I was gonna put the next chapter with this one, but I decided not to. Find out what Ivan did next chapter! There will be IMPLIED M RATED STUFF NEXT CHAPTER.
NEW STORY! Nordics in my AU world (this world!)!: What I Do for You:
Andersen could handle almost everything. Freezing cold weather? Sure. Near starvation? No problem. But watching his friend die slowly right in front of him? Nope. These five friends have never belonged anywhere, but with each other. NORDICS HUMAN AU
Requests open! Anyone want to request USUK? AwesomelyAwesome requested USUK with any genre/plot. Want to give me a genre/plot so I can do 2 requests at once?
