Split Sides

One-Shot - Room 104

"How?"

She puts her hand on my leg and eyes me suggestively. "You can start by telling me what you want to do."

I'll admit this is quite intriguing of her, but it sounds too good to be true so I stand up. "I don't quite know exactly," I say as I walk to the window.

Opening the blinds I watch as muzzle flashes blink from the side of that police chopper above. From inside someone with a loudspeaker orders people below to surrender.

"Crazy, isn't it?"

Hayley appears behind me and looks at the chopper. She puts her hands on the base of my neck and starts massaging. "I hate this neighborhood. Feels like the early 90s."

"In case you forgot, this is the closest place to your home."

"Exactly. It's like a warzone, minus the insurgents."

I take her hands and kiss them. "What a crappy world we live in."

She leans her head on my back and sighs. "Doesn't mean we have to live crappy lives though, right?"

"Right." I pull her arms around me in a tight embrace. What a crazy way to start the night.

"By the way," she adds, "I ordered pizza. Domino's. It should be here in ten minutes."

"Sweet."

10 Minutes Later

"Ah, let's see what we've got here," Hayley says while checking out the delivery. "Well, this is nice."

"What is it?" I ask, preoccupied with the two-liter bottles of Fanta orange soda included.

"They got the pizza right. Meatballs and chorizo. And with the cheese stuffing in the crust."

"Thank God they didn't screw up this time around, or I would've ordered a refund."

"You do know they won't return the money, right?"

"Don't be such a pessimist Hayley. I would've come down on them harder than an angry Jewish lawyer."

"Do you really believe that's possible?"

"Just let me indulge my imagination, will you?"

"You want to be indulged?" She shoves a pizza slice into my mouth and giggles afterwards.

"Ach! Hot! Hot! Hot!" I gasp, the still-steaming slice scorching my tongue and taste buds. It takes me a while to eat the entire slice. "What the hell was that for?" I ask after the ordeal.

"Oh, you should see the look on your face!" She continues laughing hard, eventually dropping on the floor. "You looked like you hadn't had water for days!"

I respond by lifting her up in the air. Except she leans on me when I hold her, which causes me to lose balance, which results to both of us crashing on the carpet.

Once we got to our senses we realize we were in a sticky situation. She's right on top of me, her hands on my shoulders, and her long, spiral brunette hair lightly touching the sides of my face. Her hair blocks the view of the room, leaving me to focus on her shocked face only inches from mine.

"Oh shit," I say. We remain there, stuck and stunned, unsure what happens next.

Three knocks on the door interrupts us, and a female voice calls outside. "Room service!"

Like a triggered mousetrap Hayley puts her hand on my mouth and turns to the door. "Come back later!"

The voice outside continues. "You sure?"