A Little Light
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6
Kima Hotel
Charlottenburg District
Berlin, Germany
March 18, 2008
23:13
I've pretty much been quiet since we decided to get a hotel in Berlin for the night. I know Buffy's pissed and I don't want to add to it by pointing out that it's basically her fault we're 400 miles out of our way. If she hadn't gotten drunk, we could be in Amsterdam right now.
At least the room is nice, and they offer room service. All I know is that Buffy better not decide to get all weird on me, because there's only one bed and I'm not sleeping on the floor. I've never been this tired in my life. And my feet hurt from the shoes we picked up. I have nothing against thongs, but I'm used to them being on my ass, not my feet.
I walk in ahead of her and go to flop onto the bed. "Wait!"
I groan. "What?"
"You're dirty."
"It's not like you have to do the laundry, B."
She frowns and crosses her arms over her chest. "No, but I have to sleep with--" she blushes. "Next to you. And I don't want you dirtying up the bed."
"I hate you." She shrugs and I groan again, limping over to the bathroom and slamming the door shut behind me.
I hate you, I hate you, I hate you, I think to myself as I shower as fast as possible. Hate, hate, hate. I've gotten about four hours of sleep in the last three days. I want to cry.
I finish up quickly and pull on a pair of underwear and a tanktop, the only clean clothes I have in my duffel, and walk out, still rubbing my hair.
"You've got to be fucking kidding me."
Buffy is sprawled across the entire bed, dirty clothes and pukey breath, out cold.
"I hate you," I tell her sleeping form, which doesn't respond. I lay down on the edge of the bed and curl up with my head under the pillow.
Charlottenburg District
Berlin, Germany
March 18, 2008
23:13
I've pretty much been quiet since we decided to get a hotel in Berlin for the night. I know Buffy's pissed and I don't want to add to it by pointing out that it's basically her fault we're 400 miles out of our way. If she hadn't gotten drunk, we could be in Amsterdam right now.
At least the room is nice, and they offer room service. All I know is that Buffy better not decide to get all weird on me, because there's only one bed and I'm not sleeping on the floor. I've never been this tired in my life. And my feet hurt from the shoes we picked up. I have nothing against thongs, but I'm used to them being on my ass, not my feet.
I walk in ahead of her and go to flop onto the bed. "Wait!"
I groan. "What?"
"You're dirty."
"It's not like you have to do the laundry, B."
She frowns and crosses her arms over her chest. "No, but I have to sleep with--" she blushes. "Next to you. And I don't want you dirtying up the bed."
"I hate you." She shrugs and I groan again, limping over to the bathroom and slamming the door shut behind me.
I hate you, I hate you, I hate you, I think to myself as I shower as fast as possible. Hate, hate, hate. I've gotten about four hours of sleep in the last three days. I want to cry.
I finish up quickly and pull on a pair of underwear and a tanktop, the only clean clothes I have in my duffel, and walk out, still rubbing my hair.
"You've got to be fucking kidding me."
Buffy is sprawled across the entire bed, dirty clothes and pukey breath, out cold.
"I hate you," I tell her sleeping form, which doesn't respond. I lay down on the edge of the bed and curl up with my head under the pillow.