short and sweet
London was good this time around. It's no longer haunted. I walked down the halls of the hotel with a warm body by my side instead of the ghost of something that used to be. The laughter and other sounds were real instead of just echos in my mind. Late Thursday night, or really early Friday morning, the two of us got up and grabbed jackets and headed out to walk the deserted streets around the hotel. It isn't something we do all the time, but every now and then we just get that itch and we'll blow off sleeping for an hour or so just because we feel like walking down a sidewalk hand in hand, stealing kisses in every dark alley we pass because there's some sort of little thrill that comes from kissing outside in the dark with your back pressed against cold brick. We usually end up cursing and wondering why we walked so far knowing we would have to walk that distance back, fingers twitching by our sides, palms rubbing restlessly against denim or cotton because we don't trust ourselves to touch each other anymore. We're almost running by the time we can see the hotel again, but that still isn't fast enough, and there's laughter in the distance behind us that we have learned to ignore. My bodyguard hates it when we wander, but he gets paid extra those nights so he can't complain too much.
I heard a shriek not too long ago from down the hall and I'm almost positive it came from Kevin's room, not that I would know for sure or anything, so I wonder what happened? There was talk of trying to find a bucket earlier and raiding the ice machine and a few mumblings about getting milk from downstairs, not that I was involved in those conversations or anything, so I wonder if that had anything to do with it? I would go check and see if he's okay, but maybe it was shrieking of a good kind and if that's the case, ew. I mean, I wouldn't want to disturb his groove like that. It's probably best to keep the distance between us for now and stay in our respective rooms until leaving can't be avoided anymore, not that I'm really hiding or anything. I'm just staying on the safe side.
AARON >:O
I heard a shriek not too long ago from down the hall and I'm almost positive it came from Kevin's room, not that I would know for sure or anything, so I wonder what happened? There was talk of trying to find a bucket earlier and raiding the ice machine and a few mumblings about getting milk from downstairs, not that I was involved in those conversations or anything, so I wonder if that had anything to do with it? I would go check and see if he's okay, but maybe it was shrieking of a good kind and if that's the case, ew. I mean, I wouldn't want to disturb his groove like that. It's probably best to keep the distance between us for now and stay in our respective rooms until leaving can't be avoided anymore, not that I'm really hiding or anything. I'm just staying on the safe side.
AARON >:O