Sig POV
"Wake up Sig," someone says in a low voice givingme goosebumps.

"Do I have to?" I say not opening my eyes but stretching out my arms.

"Yes we have to check into our room," thevpice says.

I open my eyes and see Trent with his messy hair and his plump lips. It takes my all to not kiss him right now.

"Okay fine," I grumble getting up from the seat.

He chuckles because when I try to stand up I wobble a little bit because my legs are numb. We go inside the hotel and check in. I didn't bring any clothes though but luckily Trent always keeps an extra suitcase of clothes in his trunk. We find our room and I open it. I was really excited because it's gonna be so fun!! No parents, no rules, and I'm with Trent. But nothing dirty will happen so don't get the wrong idea.

"Wow... this is a pretty big room," I say plopping on the bed.

"Yeah but only problem is that there is only one bed," Trent says.

"I'll sleep on the floor," he volunteers.

"It's okay we can share the bed. But I want to window side so that I can look out the view," I say bouncing on the bed a bit.

He chuckles. "Okay."

"We will go to the trampoline park tomorrow after lunch," he says taking off his shirt.

I gulp. He has a six pack and amazing biceps. Wtf Sig your a perv.

"Hey do you want to borrow some of my clothes since you didn't bring pajamas?" He asks taking off his jeans leaving him in only his boxers.

My throat gets dry for a minute. He turns around and looks at me in my stunned silence. He chuckles a bit.

"Earth to Sig," he says waving his hand in front of my face.

"Oh-uh-y-yah that would be great," I say snapping out of my daze.

He goes to his suitcase and takes out an oversized t shirt.

"My pants won't fit you so here is a big shirt," he says handing it to me.

"Thank you," I say taking the shirt into a bathroom.

I close the door and start to change. When I get the shirt on, it luckily covers almost everything. I put my hair down from my braids. I wash off the makeup I'm wearing and I go back out to our room. I see Trent laying on the bed staring at ceiling.

"What are you thinking about?" I ask him settling down right next to him.

"Stuff."

"And what is that stuff?" I ask him propping myself up with my elbow.

"It's personal can you stop asking me about it? It's none of your business okay?" He says angrily to me.

"Whatever I was just trying to help," I say angrily at him.

I feel like I'm about to cry. And it's not even that serious of a deal. What is he doing to me. I lift up the blanket and slide under it looking away from Trent. I stare out the window. I feel warm tears starting to flow down. Oh no. I can't let Trent are me crying. I wipe my tears away quickly and close my eyes shut trying to stop the tears from flowing down. I feel Trent shift in the covers.

"Sig?" He says quietly.

Luckily all the lights are off so he wouldn't be able to se me. I still down turn around though because he really hurt my feelings.

"Sig? Please answer me?" He says resting a hand on my shoulder.

"Oh so now you want me to talk?" I say turning around not caring if he sees my tears.

"Shit I made you cry? I am so sorry Sig. I didn't mean to go all out on you," he says wiping away my tears.

I don't answer I just turn back around. I feel embarrassed that he saw me crying.

"Look, my parents are getting a divorce. I just figured out right now. And I felt really angry and sad and I just— I just took it out on you. I am so sorry Sig," he says not taking his hand off my shoulder.

I turn around crying even more.

"I know what your going through. My parents fight all the time. That's why I try not to stay in my house a lot. That's why I went to Starbucks that one day. I didmt want to tell Hayden why I was out because I would be embarrassed. I'm sorry for getting mad at you for that. I just wanted to try and help you. To be honest I don't have that many friends. As a matter a fact I don't have any. And you are the only person I've told this to. So I thought maybe we are kinda friends. I'm sorry though I must've stepped over many boundaries," I say embarrassed.

"No you didn't. Your the only person I tell my problems too. Even though it looks like I have a lot of friends, I can't really share secrets with them. I guess that does make us friends. And if not friends than best friends," he smiles at me.

I smile back. Instead of replying with words I pull him into a hug. And luckily he hugs back.

"Okay now I think it's time for bed," he says pulling away.

I agree. We fall asleep facing each other. I know he said we are friends but I feel something more. But I can't say that now because now I know how he feels. He thinks of me as a friend. On the outside I act happy. But deep down, that hurts me like hell.