"Yeah we are just pulling onto the Motel 6 now, yes they left the light on for us." John said into the cellphone he had pressed to his ear, rolling his eyes at Sam. "Yes Love, we are going to get rooms here for the night and figure out our next move, that's why we have the braniac with us. Oh I know I miss you too, I find myself just missing the smell of your hair...your soft lips-"

With a sigh, Sam roughly opened the truck door, not wanting to hear John cooing and being all 'lovey dovey' with Sarah. He was met with a cool breeze blowing gently across his face, bringing with it the smell of pine trees mixed a little with asphalt, probably due to that road construction just off the highway. His eyes roved, taking in fully his surroundings. The dimly lit parking lot at the Motel was hardly packed, only half a dozen or so cars dotted the lot, and only a sole light was on in any of the rooms, not surprising as it was a little past midnight. Sam briefly thought about running to the Seven Eleven across the street to grab a snack, he was famished, but his thought was interrupted as Six's voice knifed into his ear.

"Stop standing there and get our rooms." she said curtly as Sam turned his head to look at her.

Wavy blonde hair blowing in that slight breeze and olive skin slightly illuminated by the dim street lights, Six looked every bit as beautiful to Sam as she did when he first laid eyes on her. Wetting his lips he began to respond but she abruptly cut him off.

"Two rooms as far apart as you possibly can make them, I don't want to see you any more than I have to. John can enjoy your snoring, which I'm sure you do, loudly, since everything else about you is irritating." She said with a glare as she turned on her heel and walked away, tossing her motorcycle keys up and down to herself mid-stride.

Well, at least she didn't hit me, Sam thought to himself as he stood there in the open for a few more moments, following Six with his eyes. Her purposeful strides had quickly brought her to the two vending machines near the laundry room, where she was slightly bent over, studying the choices in drinks she had. Her hand slipping into each of her jeans pockets, producing a dollar bill. Sam was brought back to reality by the sound of John closing the truck door, still on the phone.

"Haha no I love you too okay? Okay I'll call before I go to bed. Love you!" John finished, thumbing the End Call button on his cellphone. Glancing at Sam and following his eyes to a very animated Six, John closed the distance to his friend and nudged him with his shoulder.

"Piss her off that bad, huh?"

"No I actually think the vending machine is going to catch the brunt of this one," Sam replied with a smile, "Same old stuff, irritating, doesn't want to see me, snoring. Yeah apparently I snore according to her." Sam clarified for a confused looking John. "Come on I have to grab us our rooms." He finished, walking towards the front office.

"You don't snore though, right?"
"Not getting three rooms regardless." Sam called over his shoulder as he pulled on the door handle and entered the plain white office.

The bland office consisted of little more than a front desk area, which was empty, and a doorway leading to a room beyond. With no chair to sit and wait in, Sam contented himself with leaning against the desk as he glanced around the rest of the room. The white walls were devoid of decoration and the only window showed the direction he had just come from, squinting he saw John reach Six and was in the middle of saying something to her when Sam heard some commotion from the room through the open doorway.

"Just one second," a gruff voice called out, slightly muffled, "I'm coming."

Sam drummed his fingers on the surface of the desk until a shorter, balding man cam bustling from the back area, a small amount of sweat glistening on his forehead. His plaid shirt looked disheveled and the name tag reading 'Mark' was put on unevenly.

"Sorry it's so late Sir," Sam said as the man slid up to the counter, reaching underneath and pulling up a large clipboard, "I need two rooms please, on different sides of the parking lot if you can."

"That's an odd request," Mark said shooting a questioning look at Sam, "can I ask as to why you need that?"

Sam glanced back out the window at Six, who had seemed to have calmed down, and turned back to the man, who had a small, knowing smile on his face.

"Trouble with the young lady, or just don't want to hear them together later on tonight?" Mark guessed.

"Not really trouble, she just wants to avoid my face as much as possible. Me and her don't really get along well." Sam explained as Mark had already turned around, selected two different keys off the wall and placed them on the counter top.

"To be young again..." the old man sighed as he ripped a few pages off the clipboard, pointing to Sam on where to sign, "That will be 130$ a night for both of these rooms. Is that cash or card?"

"Cash." answered Sam with a grimace, not wanting to part with so much cash from just their first night on the road. Sam could already envision himself spending all of his savings on just food and shelter in a few weeks if this is how much it was going to cost every time. Accepting the cash, Mark handed Sam the two keys and bid him a goodnight, retiring to the room behind the front office once again. Glancing at the two keys, 105 and 139, Sam stuffed 139 into his coat pocket for him and John, deciding 109, which was closer to Six's motorcycle parking, would make her happiest.

Sam exited the office and quickly made his way across the parking lot, where it had started lightly raining, to where Six and John were taking shelter under the roof.

"We are all set," called Sam as he approached, tossing key 105 to Six which she snapped out of the air, "No luck with a drink?"

"Why the hell does a motel with like four guests have a machine that is out of Mountain Dew?" Six muttered as she shouldered past Sam towards her room, "and now it's raining to top everything off."

John and Sam stood motionless as they watched Six stomp down the walkway and violently slam her door shut. Sam dug their key out of his coat pocket, handing it to John.

"139? You didn't actually have to get us rooms so far apart." John complained, looking at the long walk in the rain.

"Deal with it, I'm going to run over to the gas station and get a snack, you want anything?" Sam responded, taking a few steps into the rain.

"Yeah go ahead and grab another Mountain Dew, I'd like one too." John said with a grin as he glanced at Six's door then back to a slightly embarrassed Sam.

"I'm not just going to get her a drink, I'm starving too." replied Sam, making a face at John.

"Uh-huh, whatever, I'll leave it unlocked, I'm going to be in the shower."

Sam nodded to John and took off at a light jog, placing his hood over his head to block out some of the rain. The gas station wasn't far, only a quarter of a mile or so further down the street which Sam reached after just a few minutes. An audible ringing greeted him as he pulled the door open and entered the building. Wasting no time he made his way to the soda, grabbing two Mountain Dew's and a Dr. Pepper. Then he methodically prowled through the snack isles, grabbing gummy bears, some Salt and Vinegar chips, and a Hershey bar. He spilled the contents of his arms on the counter, slapped a crumpled 20$ bill down, and hurried back to the Motel 6 with two bags in hand.

The rain had started to pick up and by the time Sam made it back to the cover of the motel's overhanging roof, he was already soaked, feeling a squish of water in his shoes with every step. He made sure the bag in his right hand had both a Mountain Dew and gummy bears and gently tapped his foot into Six's door.

"I don't want to see your face Sam." came a voice from the other side and Sam smiled to himself, even when she was being totally mean, simply hearing her voice sent his blood boiling.

Hanging the bag off the doorknob, Sam gave a light knock again, whit his hand this time, then immediately started making his way down the walk way to his room. If she didn't want to see him he wasn't about to give her any more reason to strike him today. "Goodnight Six." he whispered to himself as he made his way past the vending machines and to room 139, the door slightly ajar. Glancing back across the parking lot he saw the bag missing from Six's door and he smiled again, shutting his door behind him.

"Hurry up in the shower John, I'm cold!" Sam yelled in the direction of the bathroom, already beginning to to change out of his rain drenched clothes. He heard the bathroom door open and glanced up to see that John had opened the door just enough to reach his arm out and give Sam the finger, then shut the door again, beginning to sing in the shower.

"What an obnoxious dick," Sam said laughing as he flopped onto one of the twin beds and lazily flicked on the TV.

Swinging open her door, Six fully expected to see Sam's stupid goofy grin meet her but was surprised to see the doorway empty and she quickly peered outside to see Sam's quickly retreating body already past the laundry room. Six took a breath to call out to him but instead just exhaled, making a huffing sound, she definitely did not need him to complicate anything else in her mind right then. She briefly wondered why he had come over here only to leave so quickly when she suddenly spotted the plastic bag hanging on her door handle.

Retrieving the bag, she couldn't help but smile when she pulled out a small bottle of her favorite soda. Realizing what she was doing, the smile disappeared and was replaced with a scowl that she shot over he shoulder, directed at Sam. She didn't need him to get her nourishment, she could get it herself if she wanted. Reaching again in the bag she yanked out the package of gummy bears and her grin reappeared. She loved gummy bears! Well, she loved sugar, she admitted, but gummy bears were great! Realizing she was again smiling, she ripped the bag off the handle and shut the door again. She hoped he hadn't seen her smiling.

Why can't I even let him know he makes me smile? The voice in her head said to her as she sat cross legged on her bed, munching on her surprise snack. Because, she thought, then he would try to make me smile more often and that would be-

Great.

Unbearable.

Amazing.

Ridiculously annoying.

You love him.

Six started coughing as she almost choked on the bite she was swallowing. Where in the hell had that come from. Absolutely not! Not an immature, weak human. She thought to herself as she put down her snack and took long gulps from her soda bottle to wash down that last bite. This stupid voice in her head was trying to kill her, not to mention saying things to her that were totally not true! She put down her bottle and buried her face in her hands, rubbing her eyes hard, she was just tired and needed a nice, soothing shower. That should help clear her mind. Continuing to mutter about her own inner voice, Six made her way into the bathroom and turned the shower on extra hot and stared into the mirror over the sink as she let the water heat up. She did not like Sam, he was insufferable and immature and there was no reason for her mind to be racing like this just because she was thinking of his disarming smile, and those deep emerald eyes, and-.

"Stop it, he sucks." she practically yelled at herself through gritted teeth, she was not doing this, not right now, not ever if I can help it her thoughts finished for her as she stripped down and stepped into the shower, she needed to wash herself and get into bed fast so she could to get some sleep and definitely NOT dream about Sam.