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So, two hours later we arrived to a semi-decent motel just off the shore of the lake. Everything was so exotic, it really made me proud of the state I lived in. I've been born and bred in Florida, and I wasn't about to give up on it anytime soon.
After paying for a room, we decided that we were only going to stay for three days(just to take precaution in case we actually do get caught). We trotted back to her car so we could get our bags, it wasn't much really. Just the small duffel bag I brought and two medium bags Izzy brought as luggage. Though, one thing I was going to admit was that one of her bags sure was heavy. Like she had 100 pounds of rocks stored in it.
Dragging the bag back inside was a hell of a lot of work, my arm muscles began to cry out in agony,
“What do you have in this bag, Izzy?” I grunted out, soon as we were in the shelter of our room.
She helped herself to plop down on the fluffy bed, “Nothing much really, just some cosmetics, and toiletries that are necessary. Oh and I think I brought some of my most prized possessions”
With a perplexed look, I ripped back the zipper on the bag. Reaching down I pulled out a dirty rubber ducky. By the sickly mucus green color that it had, my guess is that it used to be yellow. “This is one of your most prized possessions?” I asked incredulously, holding up the demented rubber duck and gave it a small shake in the air. Getting up, Izzy marched over to me and snatched the duck right out of my hand.
“Oh shut up. Bub-bah and I have been through so much together.”
I rolled my eyes, glancing back down at the bag over flowing in cosmetics and perfume bottles, “Yeah I bet. That duck has seen your down stairs mix up and all places that even guys would kill just to have a peek at. Bath tub times do have their advantages,”
She stuck her tongue out at me like a child and began to stroke the rubbery surface of the dirty duck, “Don't listen to her Bub-bah, she's just jealous.”
“Jealous of what?” I scoffed, “I am actually relived I am not in the place of that duck, cause if I were, my sanity would be long gone and my mind would be scarred. So no, I am not jealous at all.”
“Ugh, I didn't mean it like that. I meant that you are probably jealous that I have a ducky friend and you don't”
I pursed my lips, still not looking at her as I continued to ravage through her luggage; finding a bag full of marbles, another bag only this one was filled with chocolate, three stuffed animals and a box of –
“What. The. Hell. Is. This?” I held up the box, some of the plastic squares from inside fell to the ground. Like lightning, Izzy, fell to her knees and briskly plucked the small transparent packets from the ground, then got up to seize the box from my hand, however this time I tightened my grip on it, not letting go. “What is this?” I repeated. Izzy simply bit her lip nervously, trying to pull the box out of my grip once again, then she gave in with a sigh.
“You know precisely what they are! So stop taunting me!”
I shook my head at her, “You're right I know what it is, but why the would you bring condo – “
She clamped her hand over my mouth to silence me.
“Geez, you gotta let the whole world know?”
With a grimace, I wedged my tongue between my lips and gave her palm a long slobbery lick. She pulled back with a noise of disgust, only causing me to laugh.
“Never do that again, or else I'll be forced to slobber all over your hand as punishment” I threatened between chuckles. Glowering, she wiped her palm on her jeans and retreated with her box. Honestly, I didn't know in what mind would she dare bring a box filled of – well you get the point. Did she really think she was going to be able to have some fun while we were here?
“So, are we going to finish unpacking our things?” she finally spoke, her cheeks held a tint of pink to them, but I tried not to pay much attention. At the moment I was trying to come up with a plan C in case plan B expires.
“No,” I shook my head, “We won't be here long. By now my parents might know that I'm gone. Seeing that it is six in the morning, we were suppose to be boarding the plane by now.”
“Who travels to another state at six in the morning?” she asked quizzically “No one that's who. Your parents are...” she pursed her lips as she pondered over what word to use.
“Weird? Crazy?” I offered, to be honest my parents aren't the best of people. They are the old school type, you know those who go by the old testament instead of the new more polished one? Yes that is exactly how they are. How about this for an example to how they could truly be, on my 8th grade formal, they said that it was unproper for a young lady as myself to wear a dress that ends above the knee. My dress shopping was like a living nightmare! There was not anywhere near a dress that my mother found appropriate, and when we did find one, my father said that it showed too much cleavage. Give me a break! The top of the dress touched my neck line. My neck line! How is that too much cleavage I ask myself? However in short, that is how they are. Well only a quarter of how they really are. Why I never decided to become emancipated and be independent, is a puzzle to me too 'cause not until now did I even think about that.
“No...not crazy but yes they do categorize under weird. I don't know” she shrugged, “Right now I am just going to take a shower. I think over what your parents really are after I relax a little.”
Not a bad idea. “A shower sounds nice, just don't take up all the hot water.”
Picking up a towel she sauntered into the bathroom, a mischievous smile curling her lips, “What was that? Take up all the hot water I need? Okay, if you insist.” then she closed the door tacitly behind her.
The nerve on that girl...
So after a cold shower, I slithered into my ninja turtles PJ's. Which I must say I cannot live without, I have had them for three years and they still settle so softly like when I first got them. Of course I couldn't leave them behind. They took off some of the icy edge that still lingered on my skin from the shower – I'm sure it is self explanatory as to why. Izzy kept to her word and took all of the hot water she needed – it wasn't all bad though, twenty minutes into the shower and my body was to numb from the cold to even feel anything any more.
Pouting to myself, I padded over to the welcoming bed that was – surprise, surprise – being dominated by no other than Izzy. She was soundlessly – scratch that, she was articulately snoring away, her head rolled over on my pillow as her body was sloppily splayed as far as it would go throughout the entire mattress. The once neat covers were now twisted around one of her legs while the other half languidly fell off the side and onto the plush carpet bellow. No, this isn't going to do.
I jabbed at her arm roughly with my hand. “Izzy, wake up you're hogging up the entire bed,” I stated sternly, or at least as sternly as I could without cracking a smile because I had to admit; It was a hilarious scene. She grunted, however remained motionless, not even a twitch of the eye or anything. What a deep sleeper, well in that case...
I tip-toed over to her purse and pulled out her digital camera. One or two pictures on facebook and she'll be on her knees bawling, payback for making me shower in ice water.
Yes, because payback's a bitch...or is it karma? Not that it matters anymore, I got her back and I am good with just that.
“Smile pretty pretty” I trilled, taking the shot...then another.
I tucked the camera in the elastic of my pajama pants, then creeped back over to the bed.
“I am serious Izzy! Move over! I wanna sleep!” I shoved her with all my might, managing to position her – somewhat properly – on her side of the bed. She grunted once more, but allowed her body to be propelled over none the less. Swiftly I slipped into the cloud like mattress, and boy, if I had to guess what heaven felt like I would say it was just like this bed. My muscles instantly relaxed and molded against my skin, attempting to reach in deeper into the cushion. Sleep hovered through me with ease...
That is until Izzy began to snore like a homeless old man.
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