My Life: Boston!
The car came to a screeching halt while the entire family except for Amanda was singing Jedward, sending Hoffman, who wasn't wearing a seatbelt, face-first into the back of Amanda's chair.
"Izzy! I got an owwie!" He shrieked.
Izzy hopped out of the car and opened the trunk to get her other bag. "Pretending to care in three, two, one…" She clasped her hands together and made puppy-dog eyes. "Oh poor Hoffy! It's okay, mommy's here for you!"
Zepp smirked and got out of the car too. "Nice one Iz." He playfully shoved her.
"Don't touch me." She said seriously, slapping the back of his hand.
John got out of the car with Amanda, helping her hold a blanket to her face. "Easy does it Mandy. We'll be in the hotel room soon enough and then you can wash your face."
Hoffman was the last one to get out of the car. "My face hurts…" He mumbled.
"Yeah, and it's killing me!" Izzy shouted.
The family walked into the hotel lobby and waited as John checked in their rooms.
"Now listen up guys!" Amanda ordered, her voice muffled by the blanket. "We ordered two rooms. One has two queen beds, and the other has one queen bed. I figured the three apprentices should all be in one room which means…"
Izzy and Zepp snapped out of their 'We-don't-care' trance. "We're sharing a bed?" They shouted together. Izzy's look was a look of sheer horror, and Zepp's was a look of excitement until Izzy looked over at him and he tried to look annoyed.
Amanda smirked and tossed them each a room key. "One of you guys could sleep on the floor if you want…"
"But you never know what kind of things are there from the last visitor." Hoffman teased.
Izzy put her hands on her hips. "Fine…but Zepp is sleeping on the floor!"
"Again?" Zepp whined. "This is just like when I shared a room with Hoffman in Canada!"
"Ah, Canada. Good times, good times…" Hoffman smiled.
The family went up the elevator and set their stuff down in their rooms.
"I was really hoping Mom was kidding about the sharing a bed thing…guess not." Izzy sighed, looking at the single bed.
Zepp threw his things on the bed. "Can I please sleep on the bed Izzy?"
"Fine…" Izzy said, annoyed.
"Whatever happened to you Izzy?" Zepp asked. "I thought you loved me like a really close family member…"
"Lover's quarrel!" Hoffman shouted from the other room.
"I'm putting my bet on the black belt…" John laughed.
Izzy giggled at the comment and fired a left leg roundhouse kick to Zepp's head, missing it by an inch.
John appeared in the door frame. "Alright guys. It's 11:30. Get a decent sleep tonight because tomorrow we're leaving to see sights and stuff at 8, whether you're there or not." He smiled evilly and closed the door. "Game over."
"I really hate it when he does that." Zepp said.
"Yeah, especially when he turns the lights off too…" Izzy groped in the darkness for the lamp switch. She grabbed onto random things. "Help me out here Zepp…eep! Something just brushed up against my leg!"
"Ack! I just brushed up against something that felt like a leg!" Zepp screeched. [1]
"Wait…I think I found the switch." Izzy muttered. When she flipped the switch on, she found Zepp only inches away from her face with his arms around her waist and her other arm around his neck.
Zepp hardly blinked. "How did we get here?" He asked, a tone of suggestiveness in his voice.
"Zepp. Away. Now." Izzy hissed.
When the sun shone in through the window to wake Izzy up the next morning, she got an interesting surprise.
"Good morning dear." A voice murmured into her hair.
She wrapped her arms tighter around the neck of the man in front of her. "Good morning…how did you sleep?"
"I slept better when you joined me." The man sighed, pressing his lips to her forehead.
Izzy pawed him affectionately. "Oh, you." The two removed their arms from each other, opened their eyes…and screamed.
"ZEPP! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING IN MY BED?" Izzy shrieked.
"Your bed?" Zepp shouted back. "You slept on the couch remember?"
"No, I didn-" Her face went pale. "Oh my god. I did."
"Now may I ask why you fell asleep in my arms?" Zepp asked.
Izzy put her hands on her hips. "I was probably sleepwalking. We'll solve this later. I'm using the bathroom first."
In half an hour, the family was eating breakfast in John, Amanda, and Hoffman's room.
"So Amanda, you got the marker off your face!" Zepp grabbed a box of Froot Loops and poured himself a bowl.
"Yeah, no thanks to Hoffman…" Amanda sighed, gesturing towards Hoffman who was carefully taking a cranberry muffin out of its packaging.
Izzy skipped into the room. "Hey ya'll!"
Zepp smirked. "Good morning dear." He said sarcastically. Izzy picked up a plastic knife and threw it at him. He used the Froot Loops box to block it.
"Nice save." John nodded.
"I don't get it…" Amanda said.
"Well, you see…" Zepp began, but was hit with a spoon. He looked towards Izzy who was staring daggers at him. He raised his hands in surrender. "Never mind."
"So anyways, did you guys sleep together last night?" Hoffman asked, raising an eyebrow.
Izzy and Zepp looked at each other, and then turned back to Hoffman. "Nope. I slept on the couch." Izzy said proudly.
"Good choice Izzy!" John said before taking a sip of his orange juice. "Alright gang, let's finish up and head out. We've got so much time and so little to do!"
"Strike that, reverse it?" Amanda asked, predicting what he would say next.
"No seriously. We actually don't have a whole lot to do today. Tomorrow will be the really busy day." John smiled.
Pretty soon, the group found themselves standing in front of the stadium of the Boston Red Sox.
"So this is Fenway Park?" Hoffman asked, digging into his bag for a muffin.
"Yes it is, and are you really carrying around a man-purse?" Amanda gave him a 'You've-got-to-be-kidding' look.
Hoffman put his hands on his hips in a girly fashion. "It's not a man-purse, it's a satchel! Indiana Jones has one!" [2]
"Of course he does." John rolled his eyes and opened his itinerary.
The tour guide met everyone including a few other tourists outside and led everyone around the park. Hoffman took pictures of absolutely every little thing. They sat in the Green Monster and were told the history of the Red Sox.
"And we played the Pirates in that World Series." The tour guide explained. "And guess who won?"
"The Pirates?" Hoffman raised his hand. [3]
The tour guide rolled his eyes. "Put your hand down, dumbass." Hoffman's face fell as he slowly put his hand down.
Later, when they sat in what was called 'The Most Uncomfortable Seats in Baseball', the tour guide explained some other interesting facts. "We actually have a man proposing to his girlfriend here tomorrow. Do we have anything like that here? Anyone proposing? A birthday?" He asked.
Zepp bit his lip and looked over at Izzy. John, who was sitting next to him, noticed this and whispered something into his ear. "Zepp, I've known about your little crush for a very long time. I only want the best for Izzy. Right now, since she acts like she hates you, you are absolutely out of the question." Zepp, dejected, sunk into his seat.
"Any Yankees fans converting to the Red Sox side?" The tour guide asked. Hoffman eagerly raised his hand. "Well congrats, young dumbass."
"Really Hoff?" Amanda asked. Everyone knew she was a die-hard Yankees fan.
Hoffman shrugged her glare off. "I like the name…Sox…"
The next stop was a history tour, and by the time that was over, just about everyone was either sun burnt, exhausted, or in John's case, both.
"John, you really should've known how much you burn. Remember our vacation to Mexico?" Amanda tried to help but couldn't touch John without him yelping in pain.
John gave Hoffman a death glare. "Well it's not my fault SOMEBODY sold the sunscreen to buy more muffins!"
"I just wanna go to bed!" Hoffman whined, covered in muffin crumbs.
"Can we please buy an extra room?" Izzy asked, inching away from Zepp.
John crossed his arms, wincing from the pain. "We already spent enough money on this vacation and your damned Japanese hair straightening treatments!"
Izzy ran a hand through her chocolate brown, straight hair. "And it looks fabulous, does it not?"
"Although it does, we can't afford another room, alright dear?" Amanda put a hand on her daughters shoulder. "Another night with Zepp won't be so bad, right?"
"Uh…" Izzy looked over at Zepp who was blushing.
As soon as they got to the hotel, Zepp and Izzy were faced with a new dilemma. "Alright, so what are we going to do to assure this never happens again?" Izzy asked.
Zepp stroked his chin and looked around. "How about you sleep on the bed, and I sleep on the couch?"
"Sounds good." Izzy shrugged, throwing her stuff on the bed.
[1] TOTAL. DRAMA. ACTION!
[2] The Hangover FTW!
[3] This actually happened in Boston with Mateo...hahaha
A/N: I know I said this would be a two-part chapter, but I might do one for each day instead just so I don't end up with a hysterically long chapter. I left out the tour because it was BORING AS HELL! Anyways...bye guys!