August

I make my third dunk on the doorway as Robin talks on the phone. When I turn around, she covers the phone. "Will you stop that?" She whispers.

I grin and turn back around, "Nope."

She huffs & walks to the bathroom. When she returns, she has put on new clothes. A violet pants suit with matching heels.

She stands in front of the mirror that hangs over the dresser. "If we are going to share this room for another three days, we must set some boundaries." She says, putting on a pair of earrings.

I roll my eyes and flop on the bed for the rules she is about to give me.

"Let me hear it, control freak."

She turns around and stares at me with a glare, "I am not a control freak."

"Really? How much do you want to bet you've probably already written out what you are about to tell me?"

She rolls her eyes and turns back around. "Oh, just shut the hell up. It's called being prepared, alright?"

"Let's hurry it up, though. I've got a hot breakfast to get to with this gorgeous blonde woman. When I tell you she's got the nicest looking l-"

"What happened to Jada? I swear if you broke up with her I'll cut off your b-"

"She broke up with me, actually. Said she wanted her ex back."

Robin finishes putting her earrings on, "Oh." Is all she replies.

I hold my heart dramatically. "Wow, no smart ass reply or rude insult? Where's the Robin Davis I know and hate?"

"Believe me, I have so much to say and the only reason I'm not insulting you about how pathetic of a man you are until you cry is because of Marie."

There it is.

I stand up and smile. Standing behind her, I pat her shoulder. "You have such a way with words. That explains your extremely high sex count." I reply sarcastically and she hits my balls with her fist.

I groan in pain and my hand drops from her shoulder. Holding my balls as I fall to the ground.

At least it wasn't as hard as last time.

She smiles and walks past me. "Now the boundaries I was talking about. I don't like being touched at all and that was the consequence of touching me." She says, pointing to my aching balls. "I also don't like being stolen from."

"I don't want any of your shit, Davis." I grunt, holding my balls as I try to stand up, but fail tremendously.

"Awesome. The rest of them are neatly written out in the drawer. I have to go."

"You're just going to leave me like this? Where are you going anyway?"

"Somewhere you're not. And put some ice on that. It's not looking too good," She replies with a smirk, picking up her purse and walking to the door.

I hold my middle finger up and she matches my actions before walking out and shutting the door behind her.

Why does she always go for the low blow? A simple slap or something would have been fine.

After a moment, I am finally able to get up. I check the time and wince, seeing I am ten minutes late for the date. I put on a dress shirt to match my khaki pants. Then I begin looking for my other shoe, but after five minutes I still can't find it.

I checked the drawer to see if Robin moved my stuff. I run a hand through my hair as I read her paper of boundaries. When I see number six, I run a hand over my face. It reads;

"Number six: I hate messy things. With that said, everything I'm not positive is clean will be sent to the cleaners. Clothes, shoes, bags, etc."

"Fuck." I mutter

This means I only have one shoe. I have to wear one fucking shoe to a date. Awesome.

With this conclusion, I quickly decided there was nothing else I could do, but hope she didn't notice. I definitely wasn't going to cancel the date. Leilani or Leila, I couldn't remember the blonde's name, but I was for sure I was going to score with her.

I sprayed some cologne, put my watch on and fixed my hair a little before walking out of the hotel. It was a good thing we were meeting in one of the restaurants inside the hotel.

Halfway there, I notice I have forgotten my room card and throw my head back in frustration.

"You've got to be fucking kidding me!"

I step back in the elevator and check my watch. I run my hand over my face again, seeing I am now almost thirty minutes late. When I finally reach the hotel, I try to find a way in. I become so desperate I crawl on the ground and try to stick my fingers underneath the door.

"Oh my god!" a woman shouts and I look up.

Four children stand on the side of her and I smile.

Well hello.

"Well, aren't you just the prettiest thing going?" I hold my free hand up to shake. "August. But you can call me whatever you want, dollface."

She screeches loudly and covers her children's eyes.

What the f-

"Security! He's trying to break into someone's room!"

My mouth goes agape and I remove my finger from underneath the door. Standing up, I hold my hands up. "No, no, no, you've got the wrong idea. This is my r-"

"Security! Security!"

"Lady, this is my room!"

I step forward, trying to calm her down, but she pulls something out of her pocket. Seconds later, something is being sprayed in my eye.

"What the hell!" I yell, holding my eye in pain.

"Security! There's an intruder!"

With blurry vision, I notice a security guard walking towards us and I throw my hands up.

"Just my fucking luck!"

He stalks in front of me and I clench my jaw. "Someone call for security?"

"Yes, this man is breaking into someone's room!"

"Oh, for the last time lady, this is my room!"

The security guard nods at the woman just as I get my vision back. With the pain still in my eye, he looks at me.

"You're going to have to come with me, sir. "

I laugh and shake my head. "I'm not going with you. This is my goddamn room. I forgot my key inside and this nosey woman sprayed me with pepper spray. Shouldn't she be the one going with you?"

"Sir, you're an endangerment in this hotel at the moment. I'm not going to ask you again."

I frown and step closer to him. "And what the fuck are you going to do if I don't?"

My mom always told me I had a quick temper, and I didn't realize it until now. My blood was boiling. All I wanted to do was go on a date with the hot blonde. Now look at me, about to fight a security guard.

"Security, he's threatening you! Arrest him!"

I face her. "I know a woman who can rock your shit to the ground. So shut it, nosey Nellie."

Her mouth goes agape, and she moves her kids back. "Did you just thr-"

The sound of heels suddenly is heard and I turn around. I breathe a sigh of relief at who it is.

"Robin!"

She walks towards us with a frown. Her hair damp, pantsuit damp and one of her heels is broken. I match her expression, "What happened to y-"

She holds a finger up, "I don't want to talk about it." Taking the room card out of her bag, she leans against the door. "What happened to you is the real question? Why is there a security guard standing in front of you?"

"Would you tell them this is my room!"

She opens the door. "Unfortunately, this is the jackass's room. We're sharing."

I stick my tongue out to the lady and the security scolds her before they all walk away. Robin and I step in the room quietly. I never thought I would already be exhausted at ten. Midnight was usually when the party began.

We both flop on the bed lazily. I point to her wet hair. "How did that even happen?"

"Why was the security guard at our door?"

I chuckle as my eyes start to close. "Touche."

She kicks her shoes off, "I'm not moving." She states.

I was way too tired to move, so I damn sure wasn't getting up. "I'm not either. "

She rolls her eyes. "Well, would you at least turn the other way. You fart in your sleep and they're worse than the ones you make when you're not asleep."

"Well, can you stop snoring? Fucking elephant."

She sits up, "I do not snore!"

I match her actions. "Like hell you do. I just want to hold your nose, it's so irritating."

She laughs, "Ooh, I wish you would."

I lay back down with a smile, "Who says I won't do it tonight."

"What?"

I reach up and turn the lamp off. "Let's just say if you wake up tomorrow, it'll be by accident."

She laughs again. "I know exactly where your shoes are and you don't, moron. We'll see about that."

I guess she's won this round.

I turn around, "You win." I say and squeeze out a fart.

Robin hits my back, "I fucking hate you, August!"

You actually thought I was serious? I always win.