The Hotel {Michael Clifford}

Chapter 8 Forgetting Ketchup

I turn around a couple of times in my bed trying to gain more sleep, but I fail. Slowly and lazily, my right eye flies half-open looking around. Then, I blink both eyes a few times before sighing/scoffing and sitting up.

My eyes roam around the half-lit room and they land on the figure sleeping on the bed next to the one on my left, Melly. She is snoring lightly and turned upside down in her -now messy- bed.

I know everyone has gone swimming, it's what they've been speaking about before I fell asleep. I need my phone to ask them about where to get the swim suits.

I place my hand under the pillow but find nothing, I move it around but still, nothing solid. I throw away the pillow and search properly under it, but I find nothing. Starting to panic, I search around the room, and I catch a glimpse of my black phone case saying 'I'm punk rock' on Emie's bed. Yeah, Michael style. She must've been playing that new kitchen game Chris and Isa downloaded.

I unlock my phone proving me right when the kitchen game pops first thing on the screen. I smile to myself heading towards the small night stand next to my bed to type in the password of the network.

Well the network's name is Donatello Adams, which is also the hotel's name, so I'm not that surprised that the password is my grand parents' birthdays. Who would've guessed.

I knew they were so close, just not this close. I quickly type in the password, texting Michael afterwards. You see, we all exchanged numbers cause if any of us needed anything, including the 5sos boys.

'Where are you?'

'At the pool'

'Alright, where do I get the swimsuits?'

'At the 10th floor there are a lot of shops, buy from any of them. And quickly cuz' I'm bored'

'You're not sitting and watching like every time, are you?'

'I am'

'Then of course it's boring, go swim'

'Nooooo I hate the sun'

'If you're talking about 'THE SUN' magazine, then me too'

'-_-'

'Look up'

'Yeah, the sun is shining soooo bright'

'No you idiot, look at the highest balconies' I'm now standing on the huge balcony waiting to see any of the boys. I catch sight of a blonde quiff and instantly know who it is.

'Oh, you're an ant'

'Wave your hand so I can see you ant man'

'I don't know if that's a compliment or an insult, but either way: thnx'

'WAVE YOUR HAND'

'FINE, DO NOT SHOUT AT ME'

'I'M NOT SHOUTING YOU IDIOT, WE'RE TEXTING'

'WHATEVER'

I look up from my phone noticing a pale hand waving from under a large umbrella.