“No luck,” Mikael said as he walked into the bedroom, jaw clenched as it normally got when he didn't get his way. “It’s the last one they have. They’re pretty popular and normally book up months in advance. I tried to- Did you shower?”
Though Joey had changed clothes, his hair was still damp. “No.” He grumbled. “So, what? We’re stuck here?”
“Well, yeah. But stuck is kinda a harsh word. I mean have you seen-”
Joey got up off the sofa and walked to his suitcase.
He grabbed it and plopped it on the bed, zipped it open and pulled out his eye mask.
Mikael watched him quietly as he did this.
Joey put his suitcase back on the floor and crawled onto the bed.
It was huge!
He felt like a kid again, climbing onto his parents’ bed to snuggle between them.
Joey didn’t know beds this big actually existed.
“What are you doing?” Mikael asked.
“I’m tired. We just flew ten hours. I’m jet-lagged and tired and my muscles are sore. I’m not sleeping on the sofa.”
Mikael looked over at the sofa in the bedroom. It looked comfy enough. Joey could probably rest out on it just fine. He figured his own legs would probably be a bit too long to get a good night’s rest on it. But Joey should have no problem stretching out on it.
“Jojo.” He said, whining it out.
“I’m not sleeping on the sofa,” Joey repeated, sternly. He pulled back the sheets and comforter and slid in. Wow. Silk, soft, weighted, fluffy, heaven.
“Joey, I’m tired too.” Mikael argued. “You would fit better on the sofa than I would.”
“Mikael,” Joey said, pulling on his eye mask, leaving it resting on his forehead as he adjusted the pillows. This had to be the most comfortable bed he’d ever been in. The silk sheets and pilows felt amazing. The comforter was just the right weight on top of him. “This bed is big enough for the two of us.”
Mikael blinked.
“I’m not sleeping on the sofa,” Joey repeated, pulling down his eyes mask over his eyes and settling his head on the pillow. “You don’t have to either. The bed is big enough for the both of us.” He said, then he let his head nestle deeper into the pillow.
Mikael stared at the bed until he heard Joey’s soft little snores.
That relaxed him for some reason.
He walked over to the large windows, the view was amazing.
He walked over to his backpack and pulled out his camera, snapping a few photos of the city.
Then a photo of Joey, barely visible under the white comforter.
He snapped a few more photos of the view, the room, Joey, and he even attempted a few awkward selfies.
He put his camera away and walked back over to the windows, this time examining them, hoping to discover some curtains.
It was 10 am and the light pouring into the room was mildly offensive.
It was 5 am Hawaii time, and though that was normally when Mikael would be getting up for a morning jog on the beach, he was just as tired as Joey was.
The plan had been for them to sleep on their flight.
That’s why he’d booked it to leave at 6 pm on Tuesday night.
He thought they would get in a full 10 hours of sleep. That way, when they landed they wouldn’t even notice the time difference, they’d be ready for a full day of fun activities at the hotel.
There was so much to do and so little time.
Instead, they spent their flight talking and watching 3 ½ movies and eating shitty airplane food and waiting in line for 10 minutes to use the bathroom.
Mikael stared at the windows-for-walls in contempt, view they were giving him forgotten. All the mattered was the light they were letting in.
How could a hotel that had cost him so damn much, not have curtains?
He walked back to his suitcase and pulled out some more comfortable clothes, going to the bathroom to change.
He nearly slipped upon entering the bathroom.
There was water everywhere.
“What the hell?” He asked, looking at the floor. He had paid how much to have a hotel room with no curtains and a leaky bathroom?
Mikael didn’t understand why Joey liked New York better than Hawaii.
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