May 6, 2011

• My Valentine

  
  I walk up to the counter of the fancy hotel and wait for the girl behind the counter to acknowledge me. She’s sitting there, focused on a book, her finger unconsciously twirling a lock of her auburn hair. My first thought was why would they let a teen run the counter of such a ritzy hotel. But then she glanced up and called over her shoulder. “Jess, we’ve got a customer.”
  “Well, then take care of them. You know what to do,” a voice I assumed belonged to “Jess” answered from a room beyond the counter. The girl rolled her brown eyes, then smiled at me.
  “Hi. Here for the weekend?”
  “Yes. Two for two nights,” I say, gesturing to my friend, standing slightly behind me. Even though he’s older by a year, he always wants me to “take the lead” with stuff like this. He’s not really a people person. The girl, her name tag read “Cassie,” started typing away at the computer in front of her.
  “What’s your name?”
  “Aaron.”
  “And your friend?”
  “Sean.”
  “How old are you guys?”
  “I’m 18, and he’s 19.”
  “Oh, cool.”
  Suddenly, she stopped typing, then stood up and walked into the room from which we heard the voice of Jess. She was gone for a bit, then returned with a slightly older brunette. She sat down again, then looked up at me.
  “This is my sister, Jessica. And we have a problem. See, because it’s Valentine’s weekend, a lot of people are already checked in, and most rooms have had reservations for a while. So we don’t have a lot of rooms open.”
  “Sooo, we won’t be able to get a room,” I say.
  “Right. Unless-”
  “Unless,” Jessica continued, “you two promise to bring us as your dates to any party you go to during your stay.”
  I stood silent. This was…odd, to say the least. Now don’t get me wrong; Cassie and Jessica were both, very pretty. But neither Sean nor I were exactly chick magnets. I could count on one finger the amount of times a girl as pretty as Cassie had expressed any romantic interest in me.
  “So, you two didn’t get any invites?” I ask, surprised.
  “No.”
  “So you just need us to get you into some,” Sean summarizes.
  “That, and we think you’re both cute,” she says, smiling. Cassie catches my eye, and winks.
  Wow. This was bizarre. Definitely not something that happens to me everyday.
  “Let me talk to my friend,” I say, taking Sean by the shoulder and guiding several feet away from the counter.
  “What do you think?” I ask him.
  “Well, this is where we were told to stay, and the other hotels will be even more packed because they’re cheaper, so I don’t think we really have a choice. Besides, it’s not exactly a bad thing.”
  All he said was true. And it’s not like we’d be doing anything wrong. I nod, and we return to the counter where the girls stood waiting.
  “Alright,” I inform them. “We agree to your terms.”
  The girls smiled at us, then Jessica returned to the back room while Cassie finished typing some things. I handed her my credit card, which she swiped, then gave back to me. “You’ll be staying in room 138. We’ll be by around 7 to discuss our weekend plans.”

  The rest of my dream last night was just as detailed, and I can still remember most of it. The hotel was the same one Kevin Mcalester stayed at in Home Alone 2: Lost in New York. Even though we were nowhere near New York. Sean and I went to a friend’s party that night and each had an amazing time with our dates. The next day we went to a formal dinner (Cassie wore a simple, yet beautiful black dress) and that night had a double date, taking a walk in a nearby snow-covered park. I learned her favorite color was scarlet red (I found that out that Friday night, and wore a black suit with a red shirt for the formal dinner. She loved it ), she loves fireworks,  and liked my self-confidence. The dream was so real, and it was a blast.

  I love dreams.

  
  (Note to my readers who have their minds in the gutter, no, nothing dirty happened. )

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