I wake up to the smell of bacon and pancakes. Do...do they have breakfast in bed here? I leap up into a sitting position and start slavering, only to stop when I see my brother eating the only food in sight.

“Didn’t you order me any?”

“You don’t like breakfast.”

I roll my eyes and reply, “I do when I don’t have to get up for it.” I reach for the hotel phone on the nightstand and order room service. Not only do I ask for bacon and pancakes, I also get a side of ice cream just to make Aiden jealous. I’ll show him who’s the older sibling. I set the phone down and look at his betrayed expression.

“Oh, did you want ice cream for breakfast too? I thought you didn’t eat that for breakfast.” I think I have a sadistic streak. My food arrives after about 20 minutes and I hear a knock at the door. I turn to Aiden with pleading eyes.

He quickly understands that I don’t want to get up, and just as quickly replies: “No.”

I narrow my eyes at him. “I didn’t even say anything.”

He smirks and nods towards the door, saying “Your ice cream’s melting.” Brat. He better suffer while watching me eat my double chocolate chunk ice cream. I hop out of bed and head towards the door, but before opening it I check what I’m wearing. Luckily, I’m still wearing actual clothes and not my embarrassing nighttime getup. Usually I wear a long graphic tee with only underwear to bed, with the tee usually saying ‘yolo’ or something equally cringy. I’ve accidentally answered the door before while wearing a shirt with a dabbing panda. What can I say, it’s comfy and adorable. I pull open the hotel door and smile brightly at the person who has brought me life, but my smile immediately drops when I see it’s the waiter who harassed me at the restaurant. He looks surprised for a second, then creepily smiles as he wheels the cart of life around me and into the room. After setting all the food on a nearby table he turns around to leave, but not before leaning in close to whisper into my ear, “I believe in destiny.”

I stand frozen as I hear the door click shut behind me, then as if ripped from a trance I whip around and bolt the door with shaking hands. I’m never ordering room service from here again, since he might start stalking me. I’m not taking any chances. Aiden calls for me from the other room, saying “Are you sharing?” I snap out of it and walk back into the bedroom with my food, laying it out on my nightstand. I climb back in bed and start eating, but I must be eating with less enthusiasm than usual because Aiden asks, “What happened?”

I set down my spoonful of double chocolate chunk ice cream and smile at him, then as he looks at me in horror I realize I started dripping-I mean crying. They’re tears more from shock than anything else, but when he comes over to hug me I still appreciate it. I slowly wrap my arms around him and we sit in silence. After a couple minutes I finally calm down and release him from my death grip.