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Rhett
“I want the bed closest to the wall!” Maia calls as we walk into the motel room.
I’m just glad that there are two beds for us. That was about to be awkward as hell.
“Not too shabby,” I say as I look around the room. A bit musty and dusty but nothing disgusting.
“Um, you might want to check the bathroom before you say that.” Maia sticks her tongue out and shivers. “Ew. I need Lysol stat.” She walks out, leaving the light on behind her. “Go check it out.”
“I’m afraid.” I shuffle my feet. “Do I have to look?”
“You’re gonna need to pee, right?”
“Ugh.” When I peek my head inside, it’s not nearly as bad as I expected. Yeah, there’s a ring around the shower drain, and it looks like there's one in the toilet too. “At least there’s no bugs or bodily fluids.”
“Double ew!” Maia calls from where she sits on the bed. “I’m glad you brought pillows and blankets because there’s no way I’m laying my head or my body on this bed without some protection.”
“I’ll go down to the main office and ask if they have any Lysol we can use. We can spray the beds too.”
“I like that you’re a germ freak like me.”
“It’s one thing when it’s your own filth. But when it’s someone else’s dirt? That’s a whole other story.”
She laughs. “So sitting in your own dirt is okay?”
“Hey, if you’ve got good hygiene but shitty housekeeping skills, I take that as a win. I’d rather have some dusty shelves and dirty dishes than the smell of ass.”
“You’re killing me.”
“Me personally, I think the kitchen and bathroom should always be clean, obviously not pristine, but decent. No food and dirty dishes lying around or trash and clutter.”
“How did this become such an in-depth conversation about cleanliness?” Maia smirks as she picks up the TV remote.
“I don’t know. I think I’m overtired and delusional.”
“You get the Lysol. I’ll find us a movie to watch.”
“Nothing too scary. I need to get a good night's sleep.”
“Okay, little guy. Nothing too scary. Got it.”
“Little guy? Ouch. Damage a guy’s ego, why don’t you?”
“Well, the little wittle baby needs to make sure the movie isn’t too scary wary for him,” she teases.
I pick up one of the pillows I brought and toss it at her head. She ducks, and it lands on the floor.
“Ah! Save the clean pillow!” I run toward it, but she’s quicker and scoops it up before I can.
“This is your pillow now.” Maia tosses it to me.
“Well, since I brought all the pillows, technically…”
“Oh no, mister. You said I didn’t need any.”
“I don’t recall saying that.”
“Mm-hmm, you did. Ooh look! Nightmare on Elm Street.”
