We crashed into the motel at 8:30, not even thinking about it being too early for bed. The room was only $45 for the night, so, not unexpectedly, we found that it barely had two rooms and a bathroom.
So, soon, we were faced with a strange problem: two beds and a couch. Five guys.
Almost immediately, Brinker volunteered to sleep in the car. He wasn't a fan of tight sleeping quarters. Though, I didn't see how the car would be a better alternative.
"I call the bed next to the kitchen!" Ollie announced, sliding his duffel bag onto his chosen bed. He clamored on into the bathroom muttering to himself about finding some toothpaste.
Leper took one look at Finny and me and simply said, "I'll take the couch."
I couldn't bring myself to look at Finny, thanking my lucky stars that the room was too dimly lit for him to see me blushing.
Phineas, however, never one to be seen as awkward, put an arm over my shoulder and said, in his best "buddy-buddy" voice, "Gene and I don't my sharing one bed! After all, we've been friends forever! Right?"
"Yup," I squeaked.
Finny practically dove into the bed, pulling the blankets down only after he had landed and bounced for a moment. He patted the spot next to him giddily. "I'm ready for my bedtime story!"
I laughed like I was a complete idiot, and then crept over to "my side" of the hard-as-a-brick bed. I kept my whole body stiff-as-a-board, bending only at my waist as I slid into awkwardness.
"G'night!" Finny said to everyone, and then turned on his side, facing the wall. I laid there, my arms at my sides, staring at the ceiling. My heart quickened everytime he moved even slightly. I sighed and tried to go to sleep.