Another Day, Another Hotel, chapter 12
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"So did anyone have any dirty dreams?"
It's 7:30 in the morning and we and My Chemical Romance are spread out on the floor and bed in the Presidential Suite. Someone messed up, so there weren't enough rooms booked. At all. Even close. So, we were given the Presidential Suite and all decided to crash in there.
"Yeah," Mike's visiting girlfriend Brittney says to us, giggling. "Did you have dirty dreams about each other?"
"We've all had dirty dreams about each other," Mike replies.
"I have erotic dreams about Jason White," I mumble into the pillow.
"You had an erotic dream about Jason White?" Brittney asks.
"No, I didn't sleep deeply enough to dream last night," I say, pulling the pillow over my head.
When she looks confused, Tre clarifies, "He said he 'haves' erotic dreams, not 'had'."
"Jason, I have erotic dreams about you," I call across the room.
"Huh?" he mumbles groggily.
"I have erotic dreams about you," I yell.
There is a chorus of giggles from My Chemical Romance as Jason sits up groggily and rubs his eyes.
"Yeah, I know," he slurs before flopping back onto his pillows.
"God," Gerard laughs. "Don't be so cocky."
"No don't say that," I say. "Then I can't have erotic dreams about him anymore."
**
"I can't wait to sleep," Adie says laying her head on my shoulder as we walked along the hallway of the hotel down to our room. There'd been (yet another) mix up with the hotel rooms situation, so after sleeping on the floor of the presidential suite of the last hotel we stayed in, we had to share a room with Mike, Brittney and Tre. Boys in one bed, girls in the other.
"I know. I can't wait to sleep without Tre."
Adie giggles sleepily.
"What number is it?" I ask her. She looks at the number on the key card.
"305."
"Okay. Here it is," I point to the room door. She unlocks and opens the door.
"Solitude," she sighs, flopping down on the bed.
"I'm here," I drop our luggage on the floor and crawl over next to her.
"Great," she says rolling her eyes.
"Don't be mean," I whine in a little voice and pull myself on top of her.
"Mmm, go away," she pushes on my chest.
"No," I whine again, kissing her.
She slides out from under me, but I tackle and pin her to the bed. She gives up and lets me kiss her.
"What was that?" she pulls away.
"Nothing," I push her head back to mine.
"No really. I heard something." She sits up and looks around.
"Come on, Adie," I pull on her. She shakes her head and gets up from the bed. I grab for her sweater, but miss.
"Adie!" I whine, flopping back down on the bed. She hushes me by holding up a finger to her mouth.
Ding ding.
"What the hell?" I sit straight up. Adie nods. I slide off the bed and go over to where the sound seemed to be coming from- the closet.
"Are you going to open it?" she whispers. I shrug and whip open the door expecting to find Tre or something of that ilk.
"Baa."
A little black and tan goat with a red bow tied around it's neck comes screaming out of the closet.
"What the fuck?" Adie squeals jumping onto the bed. "Catch it, Billie Joe!"
I corner the goat between the bed and the wall.
"There's something tied to him," I say trying to grab at his neck. It's a box of condoms and a note.
Yo bitches,
Have fun.
Love lots,
Tre.
"Tre," I groan.
"What?" she says crawling over to the edge of the bed. I hand her the note and condoms. She sighs and rolls her eyes.
"Where did he get a goat?" she gasps.
"This is Tre we're talking about, remember?" I sigh.
"Well, take him back," she says petting the top of his head.
"Why do I-" I'm interrupted by that look she gives me so often.
"Okay," I sigh and attempt to pick up the goat but he goes between my legs and hides behind a chair in the corner.
"Here," Adie blocks his way out and I catch him, scooping him up and heading for the door.
She gets the door for me.
"What the hell is that?" Gerard asks. He and the rest of My Chemical Romance are loitering in the hall waiting for their rooms to be made ready.
I answer his question with a head shake.
"Oh Tre," I call when I get to his room. He opens the door in a giggle fit.
"Yes?" he asks wiggling his eyebrows.
"Why am I currently holding a goat?" I ask him.
"Hey, what you do with your off time is none of my business," he laughs.
"Take it back to where ever you got it," I say holding the goat out to him.
"But he's just for you," he bats his eyelashes.
"No. Take it back."
I see Mike poke his head out of his room.
"What the fuck?" he laughs before disappearing back into the room.
"Take it back," I push the goat into Tre's arms.
"What am I supposed to do with a goat?" he scoffs.
"Take it back to the store you got it from."
"Who says I got it from a store?" he giggles.
"Tre."
"Okay, okay." He pulls the goat into his room and closes the door.
"Wait!" I bang on the door. He opens it with the goat in his arms. I grab the box of condoms off the goat's bow. "I'm keeping these."
His eyebrows shoot up and he closes the door.
It's 7:30 in the morning and we and My Chemical Romance are spread out on the floor and bed in the Presidential Suite. Someone messed up, so there weren't enough rooms booked. At all. Even close. So, we were given the Presidential Suite and all decided to crash in there.
"Yeah," Mike's visiting girlfriend Brittney says to us, giggling. "Did you have dirty dreams about each other?"
"We've all had dirty dreams about each other," Mike replies.
"I have erotic dreams about Jason White," I mumble into the pillow.
"You had an erotic dream about Jason White?" Brittney asks.
"No, I didn't sleep deeply enough to dream last night," I say, pulling the pillow over my head.
When she looks confused, Tre clarifies, "He said he 'haves' erotic dreams, not 'had'."
"Jason, I have erotic dreams about you," I call across the room.
"Huh?" he mumbles groggily.
"I have erotic dreams about you," I yell.
There is a chorus of giggles from My Chemical Romance as Jason sits up groggily and rubs his eyes.
"Yeah, I know," he slurs before flopping back onto his pillows.
"God," Gerard laughs. "Don't be so cocky."
"No don't say that," I say. "Then I can't have erotic dreams about him anymore."
**
"I can't wait to sleep," Adie says laying her head on my shoulder as we walked along the hallway of the hotel down to our room. There'd been (yet another) mix up with the hotel rooms situation, so after sleeping on the floor of the presidential suite of the last hotel we stayed in, we had to share a room with Mike, Brittney and Tre. Boys in one bed, girls in the other.
"I know. I can't wait to sleep without Tre."
Adie giggles sleepily.
"What number is it?" I ask her. She looks at the number on the key card.
"305."
"Okay. Here it is," I point to the room door. She unlocks and opens the door.
"Solitude," she sighs, flopping down on the bed.
"I'm here," I drop our luggage on the floor and crawl over next to her.
"Great," she says rolling her eyes.
"Don't be mean," I whine in a little voice and pull myself on top of her.
"Mmm, go away," she pushes on my chest.
"No," I whine again, kissing her.
She slides out from under me, but I tackle and pin her to the bed. She gives up and lets me kiss her.
"What was that?" she pulls away.
"Nothing," I push her head back to mine.
"No really. I heard something." She sits up and looks around.
"Come on, Adie," I pull on her. She shakes her head and gets up from the bed. I grab for her sweater, but miss.
"Adie!" I whine, flopping back down on the bed. She hushes me by holding up a finger to her mouth.
Ding ding.
"What the hell?" I sit straight up. Adie nods. I slide off the bed and go over to where the sound seemed to be coming from- the closet.
"Are you going to open it?" she whispers. I shrug and whip open the door expecting to find Tre or something of that ilk.
"Baa."
A little black and tan goat with a red bow tied around it's neck comes screaming out of the closet.
"What the fuck?" Adie squeals jumping onto the bed. "Catch it, Billie Joe!"
I corner the goat between the bed and the wall.
"There's something tied to him," I say trying to grab at his neck. It's a box of condoms and a note.
Yo bitches,
Have fun.
Love lots,
Tre.
"Tre," I groan.
"What?" she says crawling over to the edge of the bed. I hand her the note and condoms. She sighs and rolls her eyes.
"Where did he get a goat?" she gasps.
"This is Tre we're talking about, remember?" I sigh.
"Well, take him back," she says petting the top of his head.
"Why do I-" I'm interrupted by that look she gives me so often.
"Okay," I sigh and attempt to pick up the goat but he goes between my legs and hides behind a chair in the corner.
"Here," Adie blocks his way out and I catch him, scooping him up and heading for the door.
She gets the door for me.
"What the hell is that?" Gerard asks. He and the rest of My Chemical Romance are loitering in the hall waiting for their rooms to be made ready.
I answer his question with a head shake.
"Oh Tre," I call when I get to his room. He opens the door in a giggle fit.
"Yes?" he asks wiggling his eyebrows.
"Why am I currently holding a goat?" I ask him.
"Hey, what you do with your off time is none of my business," he laughs.
"Take it back to where ever you got it," I say holding the goat out to him.
"But he's just for you," he bats his eyelashes.
"No. Take it back."
I see Mike poke his head out of his room.
"What the fuck?" he laughs before disappearing back into the room.
"Take it back," I push the goat into Tre's arms.
"What am I supposed to do with a goat?" he scoffs.
"Take it back to the store you got it from."
"Who says I got it from a store?" he giggles.
"Tre."
"Okay, okay." He pulls the goat into his room and closes the door.
"Wait!" I bang on the door. He opens it with the goat in his arms. I grab the box of condoms off the goat's bow. "I'm keeping these."
His eyebrows shoot up and he closes the door.
