Title: When Reality Strikes
The ride up in the elevator is pretty much quiet except for the chattering of my teeth. I can't believe how cold I am. When the elevator opens on our floor Mark walks off first and I follow him. When we get to the room he sets down the bags and opens up the door. I walk in and hope maybe there was a mistake and there are actually two beds. Nope there's just a king size bed. I turn to look at Mark to see if he's realized the sleeping arrangements but he's just putting the bags down. "You should go take a hot shower you're still shivering." I go to grab my bag and then I watch him limp to the bed. " I think you should go first. You need to get in the hot water before your knee locks up on you. I need to call to confirm tomorrow's reservations so it's not a big deal." I can tell he is about to argue so I pull out my cell phone. As I start to talk to the clerk at the next hotel Mark gets up and walks into the bathroom.
Once I hear him turn on the shower I get off the phone and start digging through my bag for something to wear. Usually I sleep naked so I don't have much sleeping attire. I pull out a t-shirt and sigh when I see its one of my Undertaker shirts. Well it's either sleep naked or lose some dignity? I must be so caught up in my dilemma I don't hear Mark walk out of the bathroom. "Erica, hey Erica I said the bathroom is all yours." I turn around and see Mark only has on a pair of pajama bottoms. I nod at him and walk into the bathroom to take a shower. Once I get out of the shower I feel a lot better. I slip on my t-shirt and walk out of the bathroom.
I see Mark sitting on the bed rubbing his knee. I turn around and go back into the bathroom and grab some ointment I have in my toiletry bag. Sometimes I get aches and pains from being on the planes. I walk over to Mark and kneel down in front of him. "What do you think you're doing?" I ignore him and roll up his pant leg and start to rub the ointment on his knee. "That shit burns are you trying to kill me? I'm not a fucking invalid Erica. Aren't you taking this personal assistant thing a little too far?" I sit back on my heels and glare at him. " You are the most ungrateful person I have ever met in my entire life. I wasn't acting as your personal assistant when I decided to rub your knee. I just hate seeing people in pain. Trust me I didn't except to hear a thank you from the big bad Undertaker but I did it anyway."
Mark glares right back at me. "You're pretty ungrateful yourself because I'm letting you share my room remember? It's not my problem you don't have a room. So I offered to let you stay with me." I get up and stand in front of him with my hands on my hips. " First off you didn't offer me to share your room you ordered me too. Secondly if you are going to hold this over my head then I'm leaving." I walk over to where my bags are and grab a pair of jeans out and start to put them on. " Where the hell do you think you're going?" I look over my shoulder at Mark. "I'm going to sleep in the fucking car. I would rather freeze to death then share a room with you."
I grab all of my stuff then I go over to the closet and grab the spare blanket and put it in my bag and march towards the door. "Who are you kidding Erica? You're too much of a prissy princess to sleep out in the car. I know you are going to stay with one of the guys or the girls." Instead of answering him I walk out of the room carrying my stuff. I take the elevator down to the lobby and walk into the gift shop and I buy myself an umbrella then I rush out to the car. I still get pretty wet but not totally soaked. I put my bags in the front seat and climb into the backseat. I lean forward to the front and pull the blanket out of my bag and curl up in the back. As I try to fall asleep all I keep thinking in my head is I'll show him I'm not a prissy princess.
The ride up in the elevator is pretty much quiet except for the chattering of my teeth. I can't believe how cold I am. When the elevator opens on our floor Mark walks off first and I follow him. When we get to the room he sets down the bags and opens up the door. I walk in and hope maybe there was a mistake and there are actually two beds. Nope there's just a king size bed. I turn to look at Mark to see if he's realized the sleeping arrangements but he's just putting the bags down. "You should go take a hot shower you're still shivering." I go to grab my bag and then I watch him limp to the bed. " I think you should go first. You need to get in the hot water before your knee locks up on you. I need to call to confirm tomorrow's reservations so it's not a big deal." I can tell he is about to argue so I pull out my cell phone. As I start to talk to the clerk at the next hotel Mark gets up and walks into the bathroom.
Once I hear him turn on the shower I get off the phone and start digging through my bag for something to wear. Usually I sleep naked so I don't have much sleeping attire. I pull out a t-shirt and sigh when I see its one of my Undertaker shirts. Well it's either sleep naked or lose some dignity? I must be so caught up in my dilemma I don't hear Mark walk out of the bathroom. "Erica, hey Erica I said the bathroom is all yours." I turn around and see Mark only has on a pair of pajama bottoms. I nod at him and walk into the bathroom to take a shower. Once I get out of the shower I feel a lot better. I slip on my t-shirt and walk out of the bathroom.
I see Mark sitting on the bed rubbing his knee. I turn around and go back into the bathroom and grab some ointment I have in my toiletry bag. Sometimes I get aches and pains from being on the planes. I walk over to Mark and kneel down in front of him. "What do you think you're doing?" I ignore him and roll up his pant leg and start to rub the ointment on his knee. "That shit burns are you trying to kill me? I'm not a fucking invalid Erica. Aren't you taking this personal assistant thing a little too far?" I sit back on my heels and glare at him. " You are the most ungrateful person I have ever met in my entire life. I wasn't acting as your personal assistant when I decided to rub your knee. I just hate seeing people in pain. Trust me I didn't except to hear a thank you from the big bad Undertaker but I did it anyway."
Mark glares right back at me. "You're pretty ungrateful yourself because I'm letting you share my room remember? It's not my problem you don't have a room. So I offered to let you stay with me." I get up and stand in front of him with my hands on my hips. " First off you didn't offer me to share your room you ordered me too. Secondly if you are going to hold this over my head then I'm leaving." I walk over to where my bags are and grab a pair of jeans out and start to put them on. " Where the hell do you think you're going?" I look over my shoulder at Mark. "I'm going to sleep in the fucking car. I would rather freeze to death then share a room with you."
I grab all of my stuff then I go over to the closet and grab the spare blanket and put it in my bag and march towards the door. "Who are you kidding Erica? You're too much of a prissy princess to sleep out in the car. I know you are going to stay with one of the guys or the girls." Instead of answering him I walk out of the room carrying my stuff. I take the elevator down to the lobby and walk into the gift shop and I buy myself an umbrella then I rush out to the car. I still get pretty wet but not totally soaked. I put my bags in the front seat and climb into the backseat. I lean forward to the front and pull the blanket out of my bag and curl up in the back. As I try to fall asleep all I keep thinking in my head is I'll show him I'm not a prissy princess.