I shut my eyes lazily. We had just gotten back from another fun night shopping. So, naturally, I was exhausted.
I shut my eyes tightly, willing myself to shut out the noises of my two best friends giggling and squealing in the other room as they, in turn, tried on new outfits.
It was then that I heard it.
"Ahhhh!" Alice screamed and came bolting into my doorway. Her face portrayed the image of pure terror.
I sat bolt upright, "What is it Alice?"
She didn't say anything, but instead, she pointed to the hall and bit her lip. I swung my legs out of bed and tiptoed not so quietly across the room. When I peered through the door, I saw nothing. I turned to Alice with a frusturated glower on my face.
"N-no" She whimpered, "It's out there."
I stepped cautiously out the door and surveyed the room. Rosalie was perched on a table, staring down wide-eyed at something on the floor.
I followed her gaze to see a rat.
I shrieked and jumped on the couch, my hand flew to the phone and before I even knew what I was doing, I punched in the apartment manager number.
His lazy voice answered the phone, "Hello…" He sighed.
"Hi," I squeaked, "There's an emergency in room 227, come fast."
"Be right there," he mumbled.
About fifteen minutes later, the hotel manager knocked on the door. I walked there slowly, keeping my eyes trained on the dirty beast all the while.
"What's wrong?" he asked in answer to our terrified faces.
"Rat," Rosalie whispered.
"Rat?" He repeated in a tone of displeasure. I smiled, knowing that he apparently took the situation as seriously as we did.
"You guys are freaking out over a rat?"
Or not.
"Yeah," I responded, raising my eyebrows to make sure he knew I was serious.
"Women…" he muttered.
"Excuse me?" Rosalie chimed in, forgetting her fright for a minute.
"All I said was that all you women are the same, freaking out over harmless, stupid animals like this one." He shot back.
"Oh yeah, because you weren't freaking out at all when Alice set that snake in your room last year," Rosalie rolled her eyes.
You see, Alice has always kind of had this thing against the manager. I honestly don't know why, but she just hates him. She'll seriously do anything to make him upset… even if it means handling live reptiles. Why?
She's Alice…
"Well, that was different," the manager cleared his throat uncomfortably.
We glared at him for a minute before Alice came prancing in, "Is it gone?" She asked. Then she turned, when she saw him, her curious gaze turned into an evil glare. You know, like the kind that burns holes through people's heads. "It's you," she spat, making her tone of annoyance even more obvious than it was in the glare.
The manager rolled his eyes but I started thinking, well, not really thinking because it only took me about twenty seconds to reach the conclusion.
I was moving.
"That's it," I spoke up, voicing my final leave, "I'm leaving this place, I'm sick of it here."
Alice nodded, "If you go, I go too. I'm sick of him," She gestured to the now fuming manager.
"And I don't live here but just to make this work, me too" Rosalie announced proudly.
The manager stormed out of the room.
"So…" Alice clicked her tongue, "Where to?"