AN: Well, Michael and Miley arrive in Ft. Lauderdale, and it does not take long for the surprises to begin.
Chapter Five: A Long Days Night
Hello passengers, this is your captain speaking. It is 7:30 in the evening, and we will be landing in Ft. Lauderdale Airport shortly. We will make the announcement when we land. Once again, we thank you for flying with us.
Michael woke up and looked out the window. He saw that the Florida sky had an orange tint to it, meaning that they arrived in the evening. Michael looked down at Miley, who was sound asleep, with her head on his shoulder. Michael wondered if he should wake her up now, or wait until they landed at their airport. The only thing that he did to his sleeping beauty was brush some hair out of her eyes, gave her a soft kiss, and closed his eyes, dosing off himself.
After landing at the airport, Michael and Miley immediately grabbed their bags from the pickup, rented their car for their trip down here, and began their drive to their hotel. Well, he drove them there, Miley went right back to sleep once she got into the car and MICHAEL packed all of their bags into it.
"Wow, out like a light once again." Michael said as she slept beside him. All Michael could do was smile, as he drove the two of them to their hotel in the city.
Michael and Miley arrived in their hotel room about 30 minutes after they arrived in the city. Once Michael dropped their bags and flipped on the lights. Their room was a decent size. Their was a couch, a lamp on the night stand, and a big dresser right next to the big screen TV. The one thing that caught Michael's eye was that there was on bed in the room. Once the thought entered Michael's mind, he felt his face turn red.
Crap, I am going to have to share a bed with her, aren't I? Not that I would mind, but still... Michael thought. Miley walked over to the bed, and threw herself on it.
"Man. I am going to take a shower, and go to sleep." Miley said, driving home her point with a yawn. Michael sighed, and sat next to her.
"Fine with me. Once you get done, I'll head in next." Michael said with a smile. Miley gave him a quick kiss, and walked into the bathroom. That left Michael alone with his thoughts, and he had a lot to think about. He was alone in a hotel room with his girlfriend, a room with ONE, he counted only ONE bed in which he had to share with her.
As he heard the water running in the bathroom, Michael kicked back on the bed, kicking his shoes off in the process, and turned on the TV. Of course, with his luck he turned it on to late night Cinemax, which airs adult movies at that time. Michael quickly changed the channel, and he found the weather. Anything to get his mind off of this quandary that he was in was fine with him.
"Michael?" Miley said, poking her head out of the bathroom, her wet hair dripping on the floor.
"Yeah?" He responded.
"Can you go in my suitcase and get my pajamas out?" Miley asked.
"Sure." Michael smiled. He walked over to where their suitcases were, and looked through hers.
"Crap, I have to touch her...unmentionables..." Michael whispered to himself. Acting as if his girlfriend's underwear were snakes, he carefully moved them aside, and saw that there weren't any of her PJ's in her suitcase. He placed all of her clothes back to where they were, and shut the suitcase.
"Miley? There weren't any pajama's in the suitcase." Michael told her through the bathroom door.
"Man! I knew I forgot to pack something!" Miley moaned. "Well, can I just borrow one of your shirts to wear?"
"Fine with me, I'll see if there is something big enough for you to wear." Michael said, walking over to his suitcase. He grabbed a black t-shirt of his, and walked over to the bathroom door. He gently knocked, and handed the stuff to her.
"Thanks. I'll be out in a minute." Miley said sweetly.
Michael smiled, and went back to the single bed.
While Michael was in the shower, Miley laid under the covers, watching TV. She was flipping through the channels, and she noticed that Michael's suitcase was open. Being a little curious as to what was inside of it, Miley walked over and peered inside. What caught her eye was a little yellow box that was peeking out of some clothes that he had packed at the bottom of his suitcase. She pulled it out and looked at it.
"Wow, I can't believe that he actually packed these and brought it with him." Miley said with a laugh. Michael soon walked out of the bathroom, dressed in his black pajamas. He looked at her with a curious look on his face.
"Michael, care to explain why you have a box of these?" Miley asked him, holding the box up in front of his face with a smile on her face. She was going to have fun with the explanation that he gave her, alright.
Michael took the box, and looked at it. He looked at her, and dropped it right on the floor.
"I didn't buy these." Michael said.
"Really? Then who did?" Miley asked, hands on her hips.
"I don't know. Someone who likes messing with me." Michael growled. He went to throw them away but Miley stopped him.
"What?" Michael asked her with a curious and flustered look.
"We better keep them, and who knows? We might have to use them." Miley smiled suggestively. He was going to ask her what she meant, but a certain conversation Michael had with her a few days earlier reminded him of what she wanted.
That really panicked him. She was dead intent on driving him crazy, wasn't she? Well, it was going to be a really long week, that is for sure.
"Well, goodnight." Miley smiled. She went to the night stand, and turned off the lights.
Michael went and turned in himself, trying to contemplate what he is going to do next.
This girl is going to drive me up the wall... Michael thought as he fell asleep, those impure and sexual thoughts returning about the girl next to him.
AN: Well, you guys are going to have to wait and see what is going to happen next!