This is a fun little bit that I wrote while waiting for my class to start!
It was about 2:30 am when we pulled into a motel in Roanoke. Our plan was to get four rooms with two beds, but it turned out that they only had three rooms left and that some of us had to double up.
"Well that settles it," said Donna as we stood around in the lobby trying to discuss what to do. "Jay and Grant get one room, Felina and I get another, and all the rest can share."
"What?!" said Brian. "No way! I ain't sharing a bed with a guy!" Dustin wiggled his eyebrows at him and he scooted away. "How about all the married men get their own bed?" Dustin wiggled his eyebrows again. "But I'm not sharing a room with Dustin."
"Well how about this?" said Jason, rubbing his temple in annoyance. "Grant gets his own room, I get my own room, and all the rest of you get to either share one room together or sleep in one of the vans!"
"Well, I don't really care if I share a bed or not, I wanna go to sleep," Steve mumbled grouchily.
"OK, people, this is taking too long!" snapped Grant. We all looked at him with wide eyes. "Jay and I will be in one room. Four people will have to double up in a bed and two people will have their own beds. It's that simple. Now all of you pick a number between one and ten, and the two who guess the closest to the number I'm thinking get a bed to themselves." We all spewed out various numbers. In the end, Donna and Brian won their own beds. This meant that all throughout the journey to our motel room, Steve, Dustin, and Tango were debating amongst themselves who would get to sleep with me and who would have to sleep with another guy.
"This conversation would sound so perverted to an outsider," I muttered.
"Let's push the beds together!" said Dustin. I unlocked the door to our room and opened it.
"Good luck with that," I said. "These beds are friggin' HUGE!" I ran and jumped on one of the beds. It was at least a queen.
"At least the bed is big so we're not cramped together," said Tango. Dustin did his eyebrow wiggling again. "Will you stop that?!"
"I get the shower first!" I yelled, running to the bathroom with my pajamas and shower bag. I heard the guys still debating over bed partners all throughout the course of my shower. When I finally got out, I went to brush my teeth. I looked in the mirror and noticed three pairs of eyes looking at me. The only sound in the room was my toothbrush going. I turned around and fixed them with a simple eyebrow raise.
"What's up with your pajamas?" asked Dustin. I looked down. My pajamas consisted of a pink T-shirt with the words "BOW CHICKA WOW WOW" emblazoned on the front and pants that had the same words written all over them.
"You're a walking Axe commercial," said Tango. I turned and spit in the sink.
"My pajamas rock," I said defiantly. Dustin and Tango snickered. I looked at Steve. He had nodded off while sitting on the end of the bed. "And Steve didn't insult my pajamas, so I guess I'm sleeping with him."
"Nooo! I didn't mean it!" said Tango. "Don't make me sleep with Dustin!" Steve jerked awake.
"Huh? What happened?" he said. Tango kept begging.
"Pleeeease! I'll do anything! Just don't make me sleep with him!" Tango pointed at the bed where Dustin had been sitting, but he had gone into the bathroom to shower.
"OK," I said. "You can sleep with Steve!"
"No!" yelled Tango and Steve at the same time.
"Oh, for crying out loud, I'm going to sleep!" I got into the bed that Dustin had been sitting on and a moment later I found myself at the bottom of a dog pile. "EEP!" I grabbed a pillow and started hitting Steve and Tango. "Get off!"
"Kinky," said Dustin, coming out drying his hair with a towel.
"Okay," I said. "Whoever in this room is NOT on top of me at the moment gets to sleep with me!" Steve and Tango finally got off of me. "Good. Now let's get some sleep, shall we?" I turned off the lamp on my side of the bed and rolled onto my side. I felt a tap on my shoulder and looked around. Dustin wiggled his eyebrows.
"Oh, good grief."
To be continued…