You're still mad

“Oh, don’t think you guys are getting off easy here! Just because you found me a date, doesn’t mean I’m not still a little pissed at all of you!” You tell your friends, which causes them all to stir a bit uneasy. “Except for you, Doe.”

With that, the ride to the airport is spent pretty much in silence. As is the flight to Grand Bahama. Doe holds your hand and smiles at you every time your eyes meet, and you smile back, but you are pretty sure she can tell it is just an act. On a few occasions, Jessica looks over at you to see how things are going, but you just leer at her and shake your head.

“I don’t get it. He’s intentionally blowing it and it doesn’t bother him at all. I hope he hops on another plane and heads back home as soon as we land. For my sister’s sake, the least he could do is let her enjoy the trip.” You hear Jessica stammer faintly over the sound of screaming children and sarcastic flight attendants.

“Would you cut him some slack? I mean we did spring this on him after he insisted he wasn’t coming with us! That bitch really did a number on him. Poor guy!” Lauren once again comes to your defense.

“If it was any other girl, I probably would, but that’s my sister he is treating like shit over there and once we land, that drunk asshole is gonna get a piece of my mind and my right hand if he doesn’t change his fucking tune!” Jessica says, putting an end to the conversation.

You, Doe and the rest of your friends sit in silence as the flight seems to never want to end. Just as the tension becomes so think you could cut it with a knife, the light to fasten seatbelts comes on and the plane lands. However, once all of your baggage is claimed, the ride to the hotel goes as smooth as the flight.

Once you are there, check-in goes smoothly. At first, you contemplate asking for a single room but your brother all but reads your mind.

“Don’t even think about it, dude!” He warns you. Heeding his warning, you grab your bags and head to the elevator, not even answering the bellhop’s call to take your luggage.

Once in your room, away from your friends, you relax a bit, until the door opens and the bellhop carrying Doe’s things walks in, with her quickly following. He thanks the both of you as you tip him. Once he is gone, you take a seat on the couch as Doe unpacks.

“Are you feeling any better, John?” She kindly asks you.

“I’m doing alright. Just need to unwind a bit and I’ll be fine.” You say as you shoot her a smile. She half-smiles back at you and you know she isn’t buying it at all.

“Do you want to get something to eat? It’s almost dinner time.” She takes your hand as you ponder the answer to her question.