Hey everyone! Sorry it took me a few extra days to post this, but I've been trying to finish another story and I have two other new ones on the go! When I have an idea I just type and post, which probably isn't the smarter choice, but who cares :) Anyways, this is chapter five, again I'm sorry for the wait. Thanks everyone for your support, you all are sosososo sweet and amazing! Thanks a ton! Enjoy!
Chapter Five
I woke up the next morning feeling a weird twist in my back.
As I opened my eyes I was blinded by the rays of sun coming into the room.
I felt something hard hit my back again.
I rolled in my bed and was hit again.
Marc was laying next to me, pointing over to the other double bed.
I sat up on my elbows and look at what he was pointing at.
There was a small lock of brown hair sticking out of the white blanket.
The small figure underneath was breathing softly as I watched their shoulders go up and back down.
Marc jumped out of bed and walked around.
He slowly walked towards the other bed, trying to catch a glimpse of who it was.
Clare, I remembered.
Marc looked over at me with a confused expression.
I jumped out of bed and opened the room door, motioning for him to follow me.
He walked out as I grabbed the room key.
When the door closed he turned to me with a menacing smile.
"Why were you sleeping with me while she was in the other bed?"
I shrugged my shoulders and leaned against the wall.
"She was so drunk last night."
Marc started laughing and slid to the ground, leaning against the wall.
"Those girls sure can drink, eh?" Marc said.
I rolled my eyes and looked down the hallway.
A family was heading towards the elevator at the other end of the hall.
"So, why is she here?" Marc asked. "Why wouldn't you just take her home?"
I scratched the back of my neck as I began to recall last night.
"Well when I finally found her, she was gone. I mean worse than you last new years." Marc made a small o with his mouth.
"Wow." He said.
"Yeah." I sighed. "Anyways, she threw up and so I started to take her back to the hotel and when I took her up to her room she said she'd left her wallet at the beach with the key in it. I tried knocking, but I figured Darcy was sleeping anyways. We went to the front desk but since Clare didn't have her ID they wouldn't even let her back in. She threw up again and they told us to leave. I just brought her back here cause I didn't know what else to do."
"Tough love." Marc smirked.
"Tell me about me it."
"So what are you going to do?" Marc asked. "About her in the bed and all."
I looked back to the door.
"Bring her back to her hotel I guess."
Marc got to his feet as I opened the door.
He went to shower as I sat on the end of the bed Clare was sleeping on.
"Clare." I whispered, shaking her softly.
She moaned quietly and pulled the blankets tighter around her neck.
"Clare." I tried again.
Her eyes fluttered opened as she too was blinded by the sun.
"Good morning." I smiled.
She sat up slowly, staring at me confused.
"Eli?"
I nodded as she put her hand to her head and squeezed her eyes closed.
"My head is killing me." She whispered.
I got up and went to my bag, grabbing an Advil and a bottle of water from the fridge.
She smiled weakly as I handed them to her.
She sat with her eyes closed for a few moments.
"How did I get here?" She asked. "I remember I was at the beach and Darcy was drunk and .."
"And you were drunk and the world starting spinning and the hotel wouldn't give you a room key ... "
Clare stared at me shocked.
"How bad was I?" She whispered.
"Well bad enough you threw up... on my feet."
Clare threw her head in her lap and kept repeating 'oh my God'.
I laughed as I rubbed her back.
"Don't worry, Clare." I smirked. "I got them all cleaned."
Clare sat up and stared at me warily.
"I had my room key." She said, trying to backtrack.
"You told me it was in your wallet," I shrugged. "You didn't have a wallet with you when I took you to the hotel."
"Well there goes a whole $20." She said. "At least I was smart enough to leave my passport and stuff in the room."
"See, there's a silver lining."
Clare fell back onto the pillows.
Her stomach started growling.
"I guess I should go look for my wallet, even though someone probably stole it."
"First," I said, "We eat."
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"I needed this." Clare said, gulping down her cup of coffee.
Marc and I sipped on ours slowly as our food finally came.
We each had ordered a stack of pancakes.
We had gone back to Clare's hotel and talked to the front desk, a different person from last night.
Clare had told them her wallet was stolen last night.
She explained how her room key was in it and her sister was upstairs asleep.
The girl nodded and finally gave Clare a spare key.
When she had gone upstairs, Darcy was still sleeping.
Marc and I had waited downstairs for her.
"Enough syrup there, Marc?" Clare asked, raising her eyebrow.
Marc had used over half of the syrup on his pancakes.
He just shrugged as he handed it to Clare and started eating.
"A pancake is no pancake without syrup .. a lot of syrup." He said with his mouth full.
"That's funny." Clare smiled. "My grandfather said the same thing... he now has diabetes."
Mark stopped chewing for a second a registered what Clare had just said.
I started laughing as Clare handed me the syrup.
"I think she got you there man."
Marc playfully pushed into me.
"Should we bring some for your sister?" Marc said, staring down at his plate.
Clare sat for a moment considering the thought.
"I guess we should." She nodded. "She'll probably be up when we get back."
I looked at Marc from the corner of my eye.
There was a small smile playing on his lips.
He must have really thought high of Darcy to consider bringing her food in bed.
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Marc and I were heading down to the beach.
Darcy wasn't awake when we got back to Lowes.
We had decided to let the girls recover from their night and head out.
We had made plans to meet up for dinner on the beach.
"You think you two will still talk when we get home?" Marc asked. "She only lives 5 blocks away."
I stared at Marc, not finding his comment entertaining.
"I'm just kidding man, chill." He laughed, his face suddenly fell and went serious. "So, has Clare mentioned anything to you .. about Darcy and .. me?"
I stopped walking.
Was he actually talking about him and Darcy?
Marc talking about a girl, without using the word sex in the sentence, was uncommon.
By uncommon I mean non-existant.
"Why would she?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.
Marc just shrugged and kicked the sand.
He turned and started walking towards the water.
"Marc!" I called after him. "Bro, since when have you become such a sap?"
Marc was not the kind of guy to fall head over heels for a girl he'd just met.
Maybe her boobs or legs, but never just her.
"Eli, if I wanted criticism I would've brought my dad, okay?" He snapped.
I put my hands up in defense.
Marc and his dad never had the loving father-son thing.
His dad had cheated on his mom and left when he was 16.
Turned out he had a whole other family.
Marc also found out recently he had a sister, who was 23, a year older than himself.
After his mother found out, their marriage of 29 years went to hell.
His father still talked to him though and always compared him to his sister.
That was something Marc could never handle.
"If you kill me I can't tell you what she said."
Marc glared at me. "You'd better not be bull shitting me."
"Clare was drunk last night and she's a girl, she didn't stop talking."
Marc stared ahead, a smile playing on his mouth.
"What did she say?" He asked.
"Just that Darcy thought you were attractive and that she'd like to get to know you better." I shrugged. "Oh, and she might have mentioned she liked the sex... and you."
Marc looked over at me. "Seriously?"
I nodded.
We dropped our stuff in the sand and started walking into the water.
We had brought a football to toss around.
Marc threw it in my direction.
"Should I wait to ask her out when we get home? Or do it here?" Marc called to me.
"Woah, when's the wedding?" I said throwing the ball to him.
"I'm serious man." He twisted the ball in his hands. "I like her. A lot."
"You also liked Jenny, Marissa, and Chloe."
He threw the ball at me. Hard.
"Stop being a douche. You're the sensitive one, she likes that kind."
"Actually," I said chucking the ball back. "I don't think she does. She's been clinging to you for the past few days, not me. I think she would have realized by now you're not that sensitive. Just ask her out when the timing feels right and don't rush things."
He nodded.
"Thanks man."
He threw the ball back and went underwater.
When he came back up he called over to me. "Some advice for you, though, speed things up. Clare maybe square, but she doesn't like the lingering part."
"How the hell would you know?"
"Darcy." Marc laughed. "I'm kidding man, but really. It's obvious you guys like each other. Just do it already."
"You're forgetting one minor factor."
"Julia."
"Julia." I repeated.
"You're how far away and she still manages to be in your mind?"
"There's not much I can do about it, now is there?" I shrugged.
So, please lemme know what you all think! I may not be able to have the next chapter up as soon as I'd like to, but I'll try my hardest to get it ddone by Friday the latest, I just have school this week so it's a little tight. Again, thanks everyone for following and reviewing, your all great! Thanks!
