Fell In Love With My Roomy Chapter 74

I didn't know what to say; my lips were open, but no sound came out. This was insane. New York was so expensive, but Kent would know how it worked. His family was loaded, and I'd get to do all the stuff I'd always dreamed about there.

"Anything you want, Juls, I'll do it. I'll be your personal tour guide," he repeated, and I sighed.

"My family..."

"You just saw your parents. Tell your mom the truth that you're going with me, but promise her you'll be home for dinner on Sunday," he begged, and I chewed my bottom lip.

"Do we have to... you know, act like we're together?"

"Only in front of my parents," he whispered. "Please, Juls, anything you want." Anything I want? Kent was going to do anything I asked of him. That never happened; he was incapable of it. This was too amazing to try and pass up.

"Okay!" I mumbled, and a smile broke across his lips.

"Okay? You'll do it?" he asked, and I nodded stiffly.

"But these are my conditions," I said, and he nodded. "Number one, wherever we stay needs to have two separate beds." I started easy, and he nodded. "Number two, there needs to be a desk for me to do this interview, and you need to be completely out of the room for it."

"Done, what else?" he asked, and I sighed.

"You need to be completely honest with me, no secrets, no 'stuff you want to tell me later.' I don't want to be caught with my pants down," I told him firmly, and he blinked.

"O-okay, I'll be honest with you," he mumbled quietly.

"What exactly is your plan for the next time your mom asks about me?" I asked, crossing my arms, and he sighed.

"Tell her we broke up, that I need some time to find myself... she'll leave me alone after that," he answered, and I nodded, chewing the inside of my cheek.

"I'll send you a list of everything I want to do. We need to be back to the hotel at a reasonable hour on Thursday night, and we can't do anything on Friday until after my interview's over," I told him, and he cracked a smile. "What's so funny?"

"You and your planning and over-attention to detail," he said, and I raised my eyebrows.

"It's called being prepared," I answered, and he raised his hands. "If those things can happen... then I will do you this huge favor."

"Sold," he answered, and I nodded. "Now I'll take you home; I know you have work tonight." I furrowed my eyebrows as he put the car in drive... he knew I had work?

We drove in silence the whole way back. Once we were parked in the driveway, I cleared my throat.

"You know this is fucking nuts, right?"

"'Fucking nuts' is the only thing we do, sweetheart," he answered with a grin, undoing his seatbelt. "We're flying on Thursday; pack accordingly." Just like that, he slipped out of the car, leaving me alone with the stress of this whole situation. Stress and lies aside... I'm going to New York. And I'll have Kent alone without any bullshit from anyone else. This could be interesting.

I have officially lost my mind.

In two hours, I'm getting on a plane to New York with the most complicated person I've ever met. I've double-checked everything three times; I have all of my stuff for my interview, which was really being held in the back of my mind as the most important thing for me to keep track of.

I had a bag to check and then my backpack as my carry-on. I knew I'd overpacked, but I didn't know what we'd be doing or where we'd be staying.

Kyle had left on Tuesday night to go home for Thanksgiving. I'm not sure what his plans were for the two days of class he'd be missing, but his parents wanted him home. Mark left last night for Salt Lake and sent us a very exhausted video of his flight landing at two a.m.

Kent and I were all that was left. The ironic part was that my family only lived about thirty minutes away, yet I was getting on a plane. Mom had practically jumped for joy when I told her about my last-minute trip. She was excited for me; she knew how much I wanted to go, and when she heard Kent was taking me... well, let's just say she practically insisted I should go.

"Juls!" I hear with a knock on my door. "Are you ready to go?" It's Kent's voice, and we should leave.

"I'm just turning out the lights!" I call, turning off my lamp and grabbing the rest of my stuff, going over the most important things in my head.

ID, credit card, laptop and charger, cellphone and charger, money, purse, tampons...

"Juls?"

"I'm coming!" I call back, rolling my eyes.

I didn't have a massive suitcase, but it was a bit bigger than a carry-on. I wheel it out of my room to see Kent with his suitcase in the hall.

"Let's go," he says. "Pass me your suitcase; I'll put it in the car. Lock the door, and I'll see you in a sec."

I nod, and he picks it up with ease, walking down the hall. I check everything, getting out my keys and locking our front door after me. I walk up the steps to see Kent, hopping into the car.

I slip into the passenger seat, feeling uncomfortable with what was really about to happen. I was putting trust into someone who repeatedly messed up and made me question him, but I want New York. I can put up with him going.

He parks at the airport, something my parents never do. It costs a damn arm and a leg to park there for any stretch of time, but Kent doesn't seem concerned.

He pulls my suitcase out of the trunk for me, and we wheel them to the terminal in silence. Things could not be more tense if we tried.

We wait in line to get our bags checked, and then we go through security after the desk lady gives Kent our boarding passes.

Security always stressed me out, I'm not too sure why. It's not like I packed a bomb and forgot about it.

I slip off my sneakers and coat, putting my laptop in a separate bin. I walk through the metal detector, and it doesn't beep, thank god. Then I start packing up my stuff as Kent makes his way through behind me.

Once we're upstairs, we have about thirty minutes to kill. I shrug, unsure of what to do. We don't hang out one-on-one a lot.

"So... what are you in the mood for?" He asks. "Hungry?"

"I might go to Starbucks," I mumble, and he nods.

"I'll take you, come on," he shrugs, nodding his head down to where it sits, and I start my walk with him beside me.

"So my 'anything I want' starts now?" I tease, and he lets a small smile break.

"Sure does," he answers.

"I don't know if I need a tour guide at the airport; I've been here before," I remind him, and he chuckles.

"Where have you been? Anywhere interesting?" He asks, and I shrug.

"Florida a lot," I answer. "That's where Abuela lives; we would go visit her and afterward, we'd go to Disney. But that was more when I was little; now we go just to see her. She moved down to Miami in a condo."

"I can't believe you're Mexican," he says, and I shrug.

"Only a quarter; my mom's half. My grandfather still lives with my Abuela; he's from Houston," I explain as we step into the line. It's long, probably due to many people traveling, and it's morning, so of course, the coffee line is long too. "My mom did her best to try and keep some parts of her culture. She used to sing us songs in Spanish before bed."

"You speak Spanish?" he asks, looking intrigued.

"Not really. I know how to say some stuff, but it's not a language I'm super familiar with," I admit, glancing at the menu on the wall. This feels like a chai day. "How about you? Anything interesting in your genetics?"

"No," he laughs, shaking his head. "Well... I guess kind of? My mom's half Swedish. She has dual citizenship."

"That's kind of cool," I say. "Explains why she's so pretty."

"You think so, huh?" He chuckles, and I nod.

"You have her eyes," I whisper, nudging his arm a bit, and he seems taken with that comment.

"Hi! What can I get started for you?" the worker asks, bringing us back to the present.

Kent orders first. "Can I get a large black iced coffee?" he asks, ignoring the Italian sizing names. "What do you want?" He turns to me.

"A grande iced chai latte with vanilla sweet cream cold foam," I tell her, and Kent snorts. I roll my eyes.

"Anything else?" she asks, and I shake my head.

I prefer just a drink; I never like to eat before I fly as it upsets my stomach.

Kent pays for both drinks, and soon enough, we have our iced beverages.

"Wanna go to the Delta lounge? We still have like fifteen minutes," he suggests, and I furrow my eyebrows.

"Isn't that only for members and..." I trail off, noticing the grin on his face. "Of course, you're a member," I sigh, shaking my head.

"It's full of free snacks," he tells me, and I press my lips together.

"Okay, fine," I mumble, letting him lead the way.

The lounge is pretty close to our gate, and it's filled with free stuff. I'm sure we look out of place amongst the business people.

"So, how's your sugary tea?" he asks, and I roll my eyes, playfully shoving his arm.

"It's delicious," I answer, taking another sip of my drink. "Not that you'd know, drinking your black coffee."

"I'm enjoying it," he says with a simple shrug as I pick up a few snacks for later. "When you're done, we should head out."

"I'm done," I reply, and he nods.

The two of us walk to our gate, and even I can't help but notice all the heads that twist to catch a glimpse of Kent. He's undeniably attractive. But everyone seems so taken with him, and if he notices, he doesn't seem to care.

We take a seat at the gate. I'm about to spend almost four days with this guy. I hope it's a little fun, and I hope he acts the way he does when he finally lets his walls down. I like that Kent best.