LOVE LAUGH TRAVEL

COUNT ON ME

Laura and Bianca looked like sleeping beauties but I was scared by my own reflection in the mirror. My beanie was off and my brown hairs were frizzier than ever. My eyes had bags underneath them. My breath was smelly and surely I was the next ghost in 'grudge'. The air was cold, so I picked up the warmest cloth from my bag. It was plain grey shirt with a red drape, a black scarf and black jeans. Sneaking into the shower, I tried really hard not to sing considering that I've a bad habit of singing in the shower. I washed my hairs and cleansed every inch of my body. The water was so hot that you could see steam coming out of it. I dried myself quickly, getting into my clothes I stepped out of the bathroom smelling like lavender. I moved to the other side of the room and opened the window. And once again nature outplayed me. The view was heart stopping. I could see the mountains, the river, and the sun and hear the calmness and the greatness within the environment. Quickly taking out my DSLR, I snapped as many photos as I could before sneaking into a pair of grey timberland boots. I wanted to wake up the two but decided against it. I sneaked out of our room closing the door as quietly as possible when

"GOOD MORNING." A voice exclaimed scaring the living shit out of me which in turn made me close the door with a loud thud. I turned around and saw Sean grinning at me; I shot him a death glare but was happy to find both Bianca and Laura fast asleep. Seriously, how can you be such a heavy sleeper?

"Good morning." I replied hitting him in his arms making him jump in pain. He was wearing a yellow baseball jacket of Manchester with black denims. His brown hairs were still wet he smelled so good. We walked in silence for a bit before seating in the small lawn in front of the resort.

"Sean and Zach still sleeping?" I asked trying to initiate a conversation. I looked straight at the fuzzy market in front of us.

"Yeah. Their snores woke me up." He replied setting his wet hairs.

"This place is beautiful. The best I've seen till now." He added and I nodded with a small smile.

"Would you like to have something sir?" A waiter appeared in front of us dressed in hotel uniform, his badge read 'Dean Devine' and he looked not a day older than eighteen. He was cute but very lean. Sean looked at me and asked,

"Coffee?" I needed caffeine desperately. I am a coffee-addict, it just kick starts my day. I started drinking coffee when my work and studies collided, it helped me stay up at night and study for long stretches.

"Yes please." I looked at the waiter who stared at me for a bit longer than necessary. Sean looked at him like he would murder him with his eyes; I guess Dean caught a glimpse of Sean's anger because he disappeared into thin air. I tried not to stare at him, or at his tensed muscles, or at his vein that had surfaced on his neck. Instead I did the most stupid thing possible,

"Let's play twenty questions." My voice sounded like a child to me and Sean's gaze turned to me. He looked shocked, certainly not expecting this sudden response. He considered this option for a moment before nodding in agreement.

"Let them be pretty basic and no limit." He suggested. It was my turn to think for a while before I shrugged my shoulders in response.

"You start." We both were facing each other. The sun was on my face but the warmth was much welcomed.

"Favourite colour?" I gave him my are-you-fucking-serious-face? And he replied with a grin.

"Blue. Yours?" I asked in return.

"Red." The waiter came and placed our coffee and I wasn't shocked to see that it wasn't Dean but rather a bit older man who returned with our order.

"Why did you come to this trip?" He sipped his coffee after offering me mine. The question certainly caught me off guard. Should I tell him the truth? I can't make an excuse so quickly; tell him bluntly, no need to go into depths.