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'I'm so excited! I can't believe that Dawn of the Dead is on at the cinema Frankie, It's gonna be so cool!' I shouted between bouncing up and down. Frank was bent over in a laughing fit. He said it was going to be our 'official first date'. He knew I loved the film and had saw that it was coming out again, but in 3D. He'd asked me to be his date for the night, and I replied with a passionate kiss and an enthusiastic nod of my head.
It was an afternoon showing of the film and the weather was the typical, miserable, Jersey kind. Sometimes I really hated living here, it was rare that weather any different was seen in this state. Frank and I had gone to starbucks and sat there telling jokes and daydreaming together, we had been with each other for 4 months as a couple, but we'd never had time before to have a proper 'date'. We got up from our table and ran through the rain to the cinema that was on the opposite side of the road to Starbucks. Frank bought the tickets and we went into the screen holding each others hands all the way and receiving more than a few odd looks, some disgusted ones too. The movie was spent with me and Frank just holding each other at the back on the cinema. God, Frank was the only thing in the whole of this world to have ever made me this happy!
We left the cinema and stepped into the cold, dark cloudy atmosphere of Jersey and ran to my car. As we drove home in silence, I couldn't help but steal a few glances at him, he looked so perfect, I wouldn't change a thing about him. We pulled into the drive and he grabbed my arm gently, I turned to look at him and he had a beautiful smile on his face, full of nothing but love and he was staring right at me.
'Frankie?' My dull brown eyes looking into his gorgeous hazel ones.
'Yeah, Gee?' He smiled walmly.
'I love you!' I spoke quietly, my gaze never leaving his, I had never meant something so much in my life, I loved him. His eyes lit up and his smile turned into a full blown grin. He pulled me as close as I could get and wrapped his arms tightly around my waist. When he pulled back, I could see tears running down his cheeks, I rubbed them away with my thumb and kissed his tear-stained cheek.
'I love you too Gee, so much, more than anything in this world. I wanna be with you forever!' We got out of the car, walked to the house, hand in hand, went downstairs to our room and fell asleep in each others arms. One of the happiest days of my whole entire life.
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I looked at the clock on my bed-side table, 1:30. I was still dressed in my clothes from the night before, where I remember nothing! I climbed out of bed and up the stairs. As I entered the living room, I could hear Mikey, he was talking quietly, but there was evident desperation in his voice. I couldn't hear the other persons side of the conversation, so I assumed he was on the phone.
'Ray, it was really weird, he kept asking me to call Frank, he really believed he was still here!' Mikey began to sob, speaking inbetween breaths. He paused as the the other person (Ray) spoke.
'What am I gonna do, it's been so long since it happened, he's just not getting over it, I really don't know how to help him. He's not the same and I want my brother back so badly!' Mikey's sobs became hysterical crying. I felt extremely guilty, I did this to my brother.
'O-okay, I-i'll see y-you guys in a b-bit then!' He put down the phone and held on to the counter to support himself. I wanted to go over there and hug him so tight but I knew it wouldn't help. I wanted to be his big brother again, look after him, laugh with him, but I just couldn't, nothing was right without Frank.
About half an hour later, I was sat on the sofa and Mikey was sat with me, he was acting as if the phone call hadn't happened and when the door bell rang, he stiffened up before getting up to answer it.
'Hey Mikes!' Ray and Bob had arrived their usual happy selves. Mikey Greeted them with only half of the enthusiasm that they'd shown. They noticed me sat on the couch and came and sat next to me.
'Hey Gee, how are ya?' Ray asked, his voice a little lower than before.
'Hi guys, I'm good thanks, yourselves?' I replied trying to look, well, happy.
'We're good.' Bob murmured from the other side of me, when I turned to look at him, he had a worried look on his face.
'Is there a party or something going on that I don't know about?' I asked jokingly, however instead of laughing, or smiling or anything they all gave each other a look of concern and Mikey came and sat on the coffee table in front of me, so we were altogether. Something was definitely up.
'Gee, we... um... we're worried about you.' Ray stated.
'Yeah, ever since Frank, well, went, you've been different, and that's expected, I mean you loved him.... we don't expect you to get over it fully ever, but Gee, we all miss him and he would have wanted you to live your life to the best of your ability, which is a lot. I know we've told you this before but, look, we know it must be excrutiatingly hard for you, but you need to get on with your life, it's been two years and from the moment he left you, you've just been in this downward spiral, and we need to get you out of it. Yeah?' Bob added.
'Gee, I love you, we all do, and that's why it's so hard to see you like this. I want my big brother back, please!' Mikey was crying a little but not like he had been before, I knew what they were saying was true, but it made me really angry and I couldn't do it.
'I know i've not been the perfect friend or brother recently, but lets face it, I never have been. I STILL DO love him, that will never, ever change, he owns my heart and thats it. I can't just move on and live my life, I don't want to, I want him back, I want to hold him, kiss him, it's not fair... I lost him!' from being extremely angry at the start of my little speech, I ended up in tears, why him? Why the one person I loved more than anything else in the world?
Mikey jumped off the sofa and hugged me as tightly as he possibly could, I tried to escape from it, but he just held on, I was glad really! Bob and Ray left shortly after, as I lay on the sofa in a world of my own. Mikey said goodnight to them and sat back on the sofa pulling me into him for another hug.
'I'm so sorry Gee, we just really hate seeing you like this' He began to cry and we just held each other, comforting each other brotherly. I fell asleep, a short while after.
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'I wanna watch Texas Chainsaw Massacre, please!' Frank had been begging me for weeks to watch this film, I wasn't keen but I couldn't say no to his 'puppy dog eyes'.
'Fine, but only if I get to choose what we watch next time!' I smiled as he pouted playfully.
'Okay, I guess I can do that!' I giggled at him.
We sat on the sofa together, curled up in each others arms, in the pitch black, the only light coming from the TV. Mikey had to gone to Bob's house with Ray for the night, which meant that me and Frank could have a bit of time to ourselves. When I had asked Frank what he wanted to do, he simply said he wanted to watch a good horror film with me by his side. I couldn't help but smile as I thought back to the conversation, the way he'd said it as though he was nervous about asking.
Everytime there was a really scary bit, like someone being hacked to death, or things jumping out, Frank would bury his head into my chest and ask when the 'horrifyingly nasty' bits were over. After about two hours of this, the film ended. We decided to go downstairs and find something else to do. We sat on our bed and looked around the room, once he layed eyes on my desk, he jumped of the bed and sprinted towards it.
'Can I watch you draw?' He asked quietly. I looked at him and he had an excited expression on his face.
'Sure, what do you want me to draw?' I asked, I wanted this picture to be the best i'd ever drawn.
'Anything you like.' He smiled and pulled up another chair to the desk, next to the one that i'd already sat on.
'Um... Okay, I know!' I glanced at him, he sat watching me intently as I put pencil to paper. After about 10 minutes I was happy, well as happy as I could be, with the drawing and finished it off with writing a little note in the top right corner. It read..
'To my Dearest Frankie, I love you so very much and this is for you! Gee. xoxoxo'
I passed it to him, and he looked at it, with a look of amazement in his eyes. It was a drawing of me and him, sat on our favourite bench, on the hill watching the sunset. He gently put down the drawing on the table and reached out to give me a hug, while placing himself on my lap. He kissed me gently, before breaking the kiss and pulling back slightly, our faces only inches apart.
'Thats the best thing anybody has ever given me.' He stated with a serious look on his face.
'Thankyou, so much!' He added.
'It's okay!' I smiled. 'You deserve so much more than that though Frankie, and I wish I could give you everything you ever wanted.' I sighed. He looked me straight in the eyes.
'I have everything I want, right here Gee. Me and you! Thats all that matters!' I nodded and my smile returned.
'Well of course, Mikey, Ray and Bob too!' We laughed quietly.
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I had to get out of this house, I was going insane. Mikey was at school and I had been left alone. I couldn't think straight, I just had to get out. I jumped in the shower, from my bed and then brushed my teeth. I searched through my draws for a clean pair of clothes. I found a pair of black boxor shorts, black skinny jeans, a misfits t-shirt and shoved a pair of socks and my black converse on. I found my jacket, put it on and packed a small bag of clothes. I had no idea how long I was going to be 'out' for, so I decided to take some clothes just incase. I grabbed my phone and ipod. Quickly brushed my hair and put a bit of eyeliner on and left my room. I ran upstairs, made myself a cup of coffee, eat a couple of pieces of toast, then sprinted towards the sitting room, where by the door there was a side table, with a notepad and pen placed on it. I left Mikey a note again and explained to him that I might not be back for a couple of days. I grabbed my bag and headed out the door. I got in the car and drove down the road, I knew where I was going to go this time.
By the time I finally got to the place I wanted to go, it was about 10 at night. I parked up at a motel and got out. Instead of going into the motel though, I walked straight past it and carried on down the street. I walked quickly for about 15 minutes, before I got to my destination. It was a small, desolate park at the top of a steep hill. Once I got to the top of the hill, I crossed through the park and kept walking, till I got to the other side. Where there was a rusty, old bench. It was a familiar place, a place where me and Frank would love to come together. The place in the picture that I had drawn for him. Regardless of whether it was day or night, sun or rain, winter or summer we came whenever we wanted to, or some cases needed to. When we had to get away from everything we would come here. Always.
I sat on the bench, it was a cold, drizzly night and the bench was damp. I stared out to the bright, city lights, busy roads and small groups of people who were on night's out. Everytime I have ever been here, it has always been quiet, nobody else on this hill. Frank had found it when he lived in this part of Jersey as a kid, and said he loved to just come here, nobody else really ever thought to come up here, it's why he liked it so much. He could look out and watch the world in peace, with nobody to disturb him. I've only come here a couple of times since he's been gone. It just hasn't felt right without him, but sometimes when I need to just get away, it's the best place I can think to come. I pulled my ipod out of my pocket and put the ear buds in my ears. I turned it on and put it on shuffle. The first song I heard was 'Jesus of Suburbia' by Green day. I just listened to the music intently, and watched the world beneath me go by. I sat like this for ages. I took out my phone from my other pocket and the time read 1:00. I'd been sat here for roughly 2 and a half hours. I had no intention of leaving just yet though. I skipped a few songs and finally found one I fancied listening to. In the last couple of hours nothing much had changed, a few clubs and bars had shut along with all the shops and the streets were a lot less busy, but there was still sign of life. I carried on just watching and listening. Not long after I fell into a restless sleep, I didn't sleep for long and when I woke up at around 4:00 it was sunrise. Frank always said that sunrise was the most beautiful part of the day, and that it was a shame that so many of us missed it by being asleep, he had gotten into the habit of waking up at around 4 and then going back to sleep at around 5, pretty much every morning. I would notice that some mornings, he would get out of bed, go upstairs and watch the sunset in the back garden, other times if he was stressed or something was up, he would go for a walk. As the sun was rising the sky turned a mixture of colours, including pink, orange, yellow, purple, blue. It truly was the most beautiful part of the day. As sunrise took place Frank's favourite song 'So Far Away' by Avenged Sevenfold played through my head phones. My stomach hurt, I felt sick and tears began to fall down my cheeks. This pain of losing him, was there and more prominent than it had been for a while. Sometimes it would just dawn on me that I was never going to see him again, and the pain was unbearable. Life without him was unbearable. I would do anything to have him sit next to me on this bench and watch this sunrise, right now! My agonizing sobs lasted throughout the whole song, and when it finished playing I decided that I would go back to the motel. I pulled the ear buds from my ears, turned my ipod off and shoved it in my pocket along with my phone. I then began the short walk back to the place my car was parked.
Once I got back, I ran to the car, got my bag and walked straight into the motel. It wasn't the nicest place in the world, but it was all I could afford, and it would do for a few nights. The inside was painted an off white colour and the walls were dirty. The desk was untidy, cluttered by cigarette butts, dirty magazines and bits of food that looked like they were as old as the middle aged man behind the counter. I walked up and greeted him with a polite hello. I could smell his body odour from here, he was of average height, bauld, and certainly overweight, he had a cigarette in his mouth and his was wearing a stained white vest. I kept my polite attitude towards him, I wanted a decent room for the night, without any trouble.
'Hello, I would like a room please.' I stated, kindly.
'No shit!' He murmured, a look of disinterest in his face. 'For how long?' He sighed.
'Um, just the night please. I really didn't want to stay here tonight, but I had no choice, and I certainly wasn't staying longer. It was only a couple of hours till I could get back on the road, I just needed a rest. With a grunt he got up and reached for a key.
'25 dollars.' He waited for the money, rather impatiently. This place certainly wasn't worth twenty five dollars, but once again I had no choice. I handed out the money and he snatched it from my grip, he then slammed the key on the desk.
'Have a nice night!' He shouted to me sarcastically. I really hated jerks like him. After searching down the hall for my room, I found it and opened the door, to a disgustingly filthy room, with stains on the walls, carpet and bed sheets. I refused to even look in the bathroom, I just sat on the bed and went straight to sleep.
It was an afternoon showing of the film and the weather was the typical, miserable, Jersey kind. Sometimes I really hated living here, it was rare that weather any different was seen in this state. Frank and I had gone to starbucks and sat there telling jokes and daydreaming together, we had been with each other for 4 months as a couple, but we'd never had time before to have a proper 'date'. We got up from our table and ran through the rain to the cinema that was on the opposite side of the road to Starbucks. Frank bought the tickets and we went into the screen holding each others hands all the way and receiving more than a few odd looks, some disgusted ones too. The movie was spent with me and Frank just holding each other at the back on the cinema. God, Frank was the only thing in the whole of this world to have ever made me this happy!
We left the cinema and stepped into the cold, dark cloudy atmosphere of Jersey and ran to my car. As we drove home in silence, I couldn't help but steal a few glances at him, he looked so perfect, I wouldn't change a thing about him. We pulled into the drive and he grabbed my arm gently, I turned to look at him and he had a beautiful smile on his face, full of nothing but love and he was staring right at me.
'Frankie?' My dull brown eyes looking into his gorgeous hazel ones.
'Yeah, Gee?' He smiled walmly.
'I love you!' I spoke quietly, my gaze never leaving his, I had never meant something so much in my life, I loved him. His eyes lit up and his smile turned into a full blown grin. He pulled me as close as I could get and wrapped his arms tightly around my waist. When he pulled back, I could see tears running down his cheeks, I rubbed them away with my thumb and kissed his tear-stained cheek.
'I love you too Gee, so much, more than anything in this world. I wanna be with you forever!' We got out of the car, walked to the house, hand in hand, went downstairs to our room and fell asleep in each others arms. One of the happiest days of my whole entire life.
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I looked at the clock on my bed-side table, 1:30. I was still dressed in my clothes from the night before, where I remember nothing! I climbed out of bed and up the stairs. As I entered the living room, I could hear Mikey, he was talking quietly, but there was evident desperation in his voice. I couldn't hear the other persons side of the conversation, so I assumed he was on the phone.
'Ray, it was really weird, he kept asking me to call Frank, he really believed he was still here!' Mikey began to sob, speaking inbetween breaths. He paused as the the other person (Ray) spoke.
'What am I gonna do, it's been so long since it happened, he's just not getting over it, I really don't know how to help him. He's not the same and I want my brother back so badly!' Mikey's sobs became hysterical crying. I felt extremely guilty, I did this to my brother.
'O-okay, I-i'll see y-you guys in a b-bit then!' He put down the phone and held on to the counter to support himself. I wanted to go over there and hug him so tight but I knew it wouldn't help. I wanted to be his big brother again, look after him, laugh with him, but I just couldn't, nothing was right without Frank.
About half an hour later, I was sat on the sofa and Mikey was sat with me, he was acting as if the phone call hadn't happened and when the door bell rang, he stiffened up before getting up to answer it.
'Hey Mikes!' Ray and Bob had arrived their usual happy selves. Mikey Greeted them with only half of the enthusiasm that they'd shown. They noticed me sat on the couch and came and sat next to me.
'Hey Gee, how are ya?' Ray asked, his voice a little lower than before.
'Hi guys, I'm good thanks, yourselves?' I replied trying to look, well, happy.
'We're good.' Bob murmured from the other side of me, when I turned to look at him, he had a worried look on his face.
'Is there a party or something going on that I don't know about?' I asked jokingly, however instead of laughing, or smiling or anything they all gave each other a look of concern and Mikey came and sat on the coffee table in front of me, so we were altogether. Something was definitely up.
'Gee, we... um... we're worried about you.' Ray stated.
'Yeah, ever since Frank, well, went, you've been different, and that's expected, I mean you loved him.... we don't expect you to get over it fully ever, but Gee, we all miss him and he would have wanted you to live your life to the best of your ability, which is a lot. I know we've told you this before but, look, we know it must be excrutiatingly hard for you, but you need to get on with your life, it's been two years and from the moment he left you, you've just been in this downward spiral, and we need to get you out of it. Yeah?' Bob added.
'Gee, I love you, we all do, and that's why it's so hard to see you like this. I want my big brother back, please!' Mikey was crying a little but not like he had been before, I knew what they were saying was true, but it made me really angry and I couldn't do it.
'I know i've not been the perfect friend or brother recently, but lets face it, I never have been. I STILL DO love him, that will never, ever change, he owns my heart and thats it. I can't just move on and live my life, I don't want to, I want him back, I want to hold him, kiss him, it's not fair... I lost him!' from being extremely angry at the start of my little speech, I ended up in tears, why him? Why the one person I loved more than anything else in the world?
Mikey jumped off the sofa and hugged me as tightly as he possibly could, I tried to escape from it, but he just held on, I was glad really! Bob and Ray left shortly after, as I lay on the sofa in a world of my own. Mikey said goodnight to them and sat back on the sofa pulling me into him for another hug.
'I'm so sorry Gee, we just really hate seeing you like this' He began to cry and we just held each other, comforting each other brotherly. I fell asleep, a short while after.
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'I wanna watch Texas Chainsaw Massacre, please!' Frank had been begging me for weeks to watch this film, I wasn't keen but I couldn't say no to his 'puppy dog eyes'.
'Fine, but only if I get to choose what we watch next time!' I smiled as he pouted playfully.
'Okay, I guess I can do that!' I giggled at him.
We sat on the sofa together, curled up in each others arms, in the pitch black, the only light coming from the TV. Mikey had to gone to Bob's house with Ray for the night, which meant that me and Frank could have a bit of time to ourselves. When I had asked Frank what he wanted to do, he simply said he wanted to watch a good horror film with me by his side. I couldn't help but smile as I thought back to the conversation, the way he'd said it as though he was nervous about asking.
Everytime there was a really scary bit, like someone being hacked to death, or things jumping out, Frank would bury his head into my chest and ask when the 'horrifyingly nasty' bits were over. After about two hours of this, the film ended. We decided to go downstairs and find something else to do. We sat on our bed and looked around the room, once he layed eyes on my desk, he jumped of the bed and sprinted towards it.
'Can I watch you draw?' He asked quietly. I looked at him and he had an excited expression on his face.
'Sure, what do you want me to draw?' I asked, I wanted this picture to be the best i'd ever drawn.
'Anything you like.' He smiled and pulled up another chair to the desk, next to the one that i'd already sat on.
'Um... Okay, I know!' I glanced at him, he sat watching me intently as I put pencil to paper. After about 10 minutes I was happy, well as happy as I could be, with the drawing and finished it off with writing a little note in the top right corner. It read..
'To my Dearest Frankie, I love you so very much and this is for you! Gee. xoxoxo'
I passed it to him, and he looked at it, with a look of amazement in his eyes. It was a drawing of me and him, sat on our favourite bench, on the hill watching the sunset. He gently put down the drawing on the table and reached out to give me a hug, while placing himself on my lap. He kissed me gently, before breaking the kiss and pulling back slightly, our faces only inches apart.
'Thats the best thing anybody has ever given me.' He stated with a serious look on his face.
'Thankyou, so much!' He added.
'It's okay!' I smiled. 'You deserve so much more than that though Frankie, and I wish I could give you everything you ever wanted.' I sighed. He looked me straight in the eyes.
'I have everything I want, right here Gee. Me and you! Thats all that matters!' I nodded and my smile returned.
'Well of course, Mikey, Ray and Bob too!' We laughed quietly.
***********
I had to get out of this house, I was going insane. Mikey was at school and I had been left alone. I couldn't think straight, I just had to get out. I jumped in the shower, from my bed and then brushed my teeth. I searched through my draws for a clean pair of clothes. I found a pair of black boxor shorts, black skinny jeans, a misfits t-shirt and shoved a pair of socks and my black converse on. I found my jacket, put it on and packed a small bag of clothes. I had no idea how long I was going to be 'out' for, so I decided to take some clothes just incase. I grabbed my phone and ipod. Quickly brushed my hair and put a bit of eyeliner on and left my room. I ran upstairs, made myself a cup of coffee, eat a couple of pieces of toast, then sprinted towards the sitting room, where by the door there was a side table, with a notepad and pen placed on it. I left Mikey a note again and explained to him that I might not be back for a couple of days. I grabbed my bag and headed out the door. I got in the car and drove down the road, I knew where I was going to go this time.
By the time I finally got to the place I wanted to go, it was about 10 at night. I parked up at a motel and got out. Instead of going into the motel though, I walked straight past it and carried on down the street. I walked quickly for about 15 minutes, before I got to my destination. It was a small, desolate park at the top of a steep hill. Once I got to the top of the hill, I crossed through the park and kept walking, till I got to the other side. Where there was a rusty, old bench. It was a familiar place, a place where me and Frank would love to come together. The place in the picture that I had drawn for him. Regardless of whether it was day or night, sun or rain, winter or summer we came whenever we wanted to, or some cases needed to. When we had to get away from everything we would come here. Always.
I sat on the bench, it was a cold, drizzly night and the bench was damp. I stared out to the bright, city lights, busy roads and small groups of people who were on night's out. Everytime I have ever been here, it has always been quiet, nobody else on this hill. Frank had found it when he lived in this part of Jersey as a kid, and said he loved to just come here, nobody else really ever thought to come up here, it's why he liked it so much. He could look out and watch the world in peace, with nobody to disturb him. I've only come here a couple of times since he's been gone. It just hasn't felt right without him, but sometimes when I need to just get away, it's the best place I can think to come. I pulled my ipod out of my pocket and put the ear buds in my ears. I turned it on and put it on shuffle. The first song I heard was 'Jesus of Suburbia' by Green day. I just listened to the music intently, and watched the world beneath me go by. I sat like this for ages. I took out my phone from my other pocket and the time read 1:00. I'd been sat here for roughly 2 and a half hours. I had no intention of leaving just yet though. I skipped a few songs and finally found one I fancied listening to. In the last couple of hours nothing much had changed, a few clubs and bars had shut along with all the shops and the streets were a lot less busy, but there was still sign of life. I carried on just watching and listening. Not long after I fell into a restless sleep, I didn't sleep for long and when I woke up at around 4:00 it was sunrise. Frank always said that sunrise was the most beautiful part of the day, and that it was a shame that so many of us missed it by being asleep, he had gotten into the habit of waking up at around 4 and then going back to sleep at around 5, pretty much every morning. I would notice that some mornings, he would get out of bed, go upstairs and watch the sunset in the back garden, other times if he was stressed or something was up, he would go for a walk. As the sun was rising the sky turned a mixture of colours, including pink, orange, yellow, purple, blue. It truly was the most beautiful part of the day. As sunrise took place Frank's favourite song 'So Far Away' by Avenged Sevenfold played through my head phones. My stomach hurt, I felt sick and tears began to fall down my cheeks. This pain of losing him, was there and more prominent than it had been for a while. Sometimes it would just dawn on me that I was never going to see him again, and the pain was unbearable. Life without him was unbearable. I would do anything to have him sit next to me on this bench and watch this sunrise, right now! My agonizing sobs lasted throughout the whole song, and when it finished playing I decided that I would go back to the motel. I pulled the ear buds from my ears, turned my ipod off and shoved it in my pocket along with my phone. I then began the short walk back to the place my car was parked.
Once I got back, I ran to the car, got my bag and walked straight into the motel. It wasn't the nicest place in the world, but it was all I could afford, and it would do for a few nights. The inside was painted an off white colour and the walls were dirty. The desk was untidy, cluttered by cigarette butts, dirty magazines and bits of food that looked like they were as old as the middle aged man behind the counter. I walked up and greeted him with a polite hello. I could smell his body odour from here, he was of average height, bauld, and certainly overweight, he had a cigarette in his mouth and his was wearing a stained white vest. I kept my polite attitude towards him, I wanted a decent room for the night, without any trouble.
'Hello, I would like a room please.' I stated, kindly.
'No shit!' He murmured, a look of disinterest in his face. 'For how long?' He sighed.
'Um, just the night please. I really didn't want to stay here tonight, but I had no choice, and I certainly wasn't staying longer. It was only a couple of hours till I could get back on the road, I just needed a rest. With a grunt he got up and reached for a key.
'25 dollars.' He waited for the money, rather impatiently. This place certainly wasn't worth twenty five dollars, but once again I had no choice. I handed out the money and he snatched it from my grip, he then slammed the key on the desk.
'Have a nice night!' He shouted to me sarcastically. I really hated jerks like him. After searching down the hall for my room, I found it and opened the door, to a disgustingly filthy room, with stains on the walls, carpet and bed sheets. I refused to even look in the bathroom, I just sat on the bed and went straight to sleep.
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