Chapter 5:
Gabi's POV
You've got to be kidding me!? Me? In a room with Bolton? Being married to him is bad enough, going on a vacation together is worse, now I have to share a room with him? THIS HAS GOT TO BE THE WORST TRIP EVER! UGHH!
"Heck no! There's no way I'm sharing a room with him!" I argued.
"Like I wanna share with you," Troy sneered.
Our parents sighed and shook their heads.
"Now both of you calm down, people are staring at us," Lucille warned.
"You two are going to be in that room and that's final!" Maria said sternly.
We immediately turned to Uncle Jack aka Troy's dad, for help. We put on our best puppy dog eyes and pouted.
"That's not gonna work on me kids, I'm with your mothers," Jack said, unable to hide a smirk.
The two of us groaned. There's no way we can get outta this mess. Damn that stupid arranged marriage! We took our key cards, one for me and one for him, and went into our room. When I opened the door, I was amazed with the sight. This room was HUGE! There was a massive television, our own Jacuzzi, a big fluffy sofa and a balcony. I opened the door that lead to the bedroom and froze. Oh god. This CANNOT be happening. It can't. It just simply couldn't.
"BOLTON! I think we might have a problem!" I hollered.
Troy rushed into the room within a minute and looked around.
"What's wr- Damn it. You're kidding me right?"
There was only one bed. ONE BED?! Where am I gonna sleep? There's NO way I'm taking the couch. Or worse the bathtub. He's sleeping somewhere else and that's final! I am not sharing with him. Not. A. Chance. No wonder I had a bad feeling about this trip. Bet our oh so lovely parents planned this for us to 'bond'.
"One bed? Why is there only one bed?"
"No shit Sherlock. Well, I'm taking the bed, you're gonna camp on the couch."
"No, I take the bed, you take the couch."
And the 'Who gets the bed' war starts again. It lasted for a long time until we came up with a conclusion. Which I am most certainly, not happy about it.
"Fine, we'll share." I said.
"Fine by me. But you better stay on your side and I'll stay on mine."
"Like I wanna be next to you jerk."
"Maybe you came up with that suggestion just because you can't resist me."
"In your dreams Mr. My Ego Is Taller than the Sky."
Then we heard Uncle Jack calling us.
"Everything alright in there?" Jack asked.
"Never better," Troy said sarcastically.
Uncle Jack grinned.
"You knew that this was gonna happen didn't you?" I accused.
He put his hand on his chest and fake gasped.
"How could you accuse me of doing such crime?" He wailed dramatically.
Troy and I glared at him and groaned.
"By the way, we're heading down the beach in five, get dressed and meet us at the lobby."
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