“I have no idea,” Nick responded.
We sat there all day and then ate dinner. That was the second night here and first full day here. Tomorrow night I knew we had a dance. The next night around eleven we would be back at school to go home and get away from this crazy trip. I couldn't wait to be alone in my own bed; to a sense of normalcy once again.
They let us go back to our rooms if we had already gone for the fake marriage ceremony. There were a few more tables to go and the teachers knew that it would start problems if we had to sit there any longer than we had already. High school students don't do well with sitting still for too long, too bad the SAT people didn't know that detail. We trudged to our rooms and I was so ready to go to sleep. I was still tired from the shortened sleep the night before.
We got to our room and I used my key to open the door, and then closed the door behind Nick. I was seriously starting to wonder where he had placed his key. For all I knew he had lost it already. I sat on the bed leaning against the headboard as Nick and I kept vetoing each other's taste in movies in addition to TV shows. Finally I got frustrated and let him win with the channel just so that I could take a hot shower.
I got comfortable in my pajamas and brushed my hair in the bathroom still, delaying going back out there with Nick. I walked out of the bathroom to curl up on the bed with the wall still in between us.
"Do we really have to watch this?" I whined, not caring for the sports that were on, nor about the childish tone I was using.
"Oh yeah, you lost your chance when you went to shower," Nick retorted, as his eyes never left the television screen.
"I'm sorry I like hygiene?" I responded, with my voice rising slightly at the end. "When do you shower?"
Nick shrugged. "I take a shower when you're asleep."
"Why?" I asked, my head tilting slightly.
"I don't want you seeing me wet and in a towel you sicko!" He exclaimed, joking around and covering himself with the covers, his blue eyes finally meeting mine.
I laughed and he threw a pillow from our wall at me. It hit me.
"What happened to not hitting girls?" I giggled, picking up the pillow throwing his words at him that he used during gym class.
I chucked the pillow at him, but my aim wasn't as good as his, it skimmed the side of his head. The both of us were smiling from ear to ear. That was when he hit me with the pillow once more, but I grabbed another pillow from our border and hit him back. Nick got me with his last hit and I was on my back on the bed laughing hard with my eyes closed. I pushed myself up so that I was leaning on my elbows facing the teenage boy beside me. Nick was sitting there amused along with me, bending over from our little fit.
Our eyes locked as we were both trying to regain our breath, our insides starting to ache, at least mine were. Nick's face wasn't very far from mine. I stopped sniggering as I kept my eyes on his, my chest rising and falling. Was he getting closer? Nick stopped chuckling himself. One of his hands pushed some of my shorter strands of hair out of my face, slowly drifting behind my head. Little by little our faces seemed to get even closer. My heart was racing as my eyes started to drift close on their own. Was I imagining this? Nick's lips were a graze away with my own desiring to receive my first kiss, mind numbing bliss, to get lost in the feeling of another person's lips against mine. Finally to understand more than just reading in books what the characters were experiencing. Maybe I needed a new genre of books to be reading…
That was when we heard a knock on the door.
"Don't get it," Nick whispered, staying how he was, his lips almost talking against mine, his one hand still against my cheek cradling my face so that I was still lost in his eyes.
I didn't know if I could speak or stand to get the door. My heart and nerves were dancing shakily as the realization of what could have happened dawned on me.
"I have to," I responded, voice nearly cracking.
As I got up, his hand left the back of my head to reach out to grab my hand, his fingers slipped out of mine sending shocks of feeling back into my body. I stumbled to the door trying to stop my legs from feeling like jelly.
I rolled onto my toes to peek though the peep hole to see who it was, it was Bridget. I opened the door for her.
"Bridget why are you here?" I inquired pushing some hair behind my ear, hearing how out of breath I was.
"Am I interrupting anything?" Bridget was nearly glowing as she gazed into the room instead of at me.
I guess this was an odd picture of a hotel room. The bed was a mess with the sheets far from what they were supposed to be laying and I could imagine the pillows just the same just tossed anywhere. And there was Nick sitting on the mess on the bed with me in my pajamas. On top of that I bet my hair was a little messy after the pillow fight as Nick's stood a little on end.
"No you aren't," I answered quickly.
"No she isn't interrupting anything, she couldn't be interrupt anything because nothing could be happening between us. It isn't like we were about to kiss or anything. I'll take a shower now," Nick mumbled, grumpily with his hands
