“Let’s go,” Zac laughed, throwing each of us a towel from the bathroom.
“Hey, Robinson, we get to take the elevator,” Ike said slyly as we exited the room.
“So?”
“Maybe your bellboy boyfriend will be there,” Zac smirked as he pressed the button for the elevator.
I held the towel in front of my stomach as we entered the elevator. There were some little kids in it. It was the same bellboy. Ike told him that we were going to the pool.
“I once saw this old movie, and it was about this lady, and she was in this nice hotel,” Ike began to say, “and she had this love affair with this guy, in an elevator...” I elbowed him in the stomach. “Ow, hey that hurt!” he whined.
I smiled at the bellboy. He was staring at me, quite a lot. When the elevator stopped, I got off first and didn’t even look at him.
Ike started cracking up when the door were shut. “Thanks a lot!” I yelled angrily, “That was really embarassing!”
“What?” Ike said innocently.
I shook my head in disgust and took off after him down the hallway. He ran away from me, dodging a room service guy with a tray and ducking into the pool area. It was empty. He plopped his towel on the floor and jumped in. I jumped in after him. “I’m going to kill you!” I laughed, pushing his head underwater. He popped up out of the water. He grabbed me by the waist and threw me.
“I win!” he called.
“That’s not fair,” I whined.
“Why not?”
“Because I say so,” I complained.
Tay and Zac entered the pool area. “Tell Ike I win,” I implored to them.
“Why?”
“Please?” I begged with a puppy dog face.
“Robinson wins, Ike,” Zac said, “You lose to a girl.”
“Whatever,” he shrugged.
Zac and Tay jumped in as well.
“Hey guys look,” I pointed to a radio that was plugged in on the poolside that a lifeguard or someone must have left behind.
“Wow, cool,” Tay said unenthusiastically.
I scowled at him and swam to the deep end. I hoisted myself out of the pool and dripped my way over to the radio.
As I flicked the on switch, Zac yelled, “Bzzzzzt,” as a sound effect for me getting electricuted. It made me jump. He erupted into laughter.
“Shut up,” I sighed with relief that I didn’t get electricuted for real. I changed the station to 92.3 K-Rock, my favorite radio station. It was a song I didn’t know. I turned the wheel that directed the stations to 100.3, another pretty cool station I guess, Z-100. It was the very tail end of that “Save Tonight” song. Then, all of a sudden, it switched over to a song I unadmittedly love, “Too Close” by Next. “I love this song!” I exclaimed to no one in particular. As I walked over to the deep end of the pool, I started to dance. I did the Mariah Carey “Honey” style (you know like that part where she’s with all those sailors on the boat) along with some moves I’d learned in dance classes, and just some moves I’d seen around (movies, videos, dances). Anyway, so I danced until I got to the corner of the pool, where I sat down, and continued to dance using my upper body and splashing around the water with my feet. Ike, Tay, and Zac stopped what they were doing to watch me with their eyebrows raised because they thought I was crazy. I smiled at them and waved, but continued to dance. Then, almost halfway through the song, I started to sing. “You don’t like this song?” I smiled, and continued to “groove.” Tay leaned over and whispered something to Ike, and they both started laughing. After the song was over, I walked back over to the radio and adjusted the dial back to K-Rock. I leapt back into the water, splashing them. “I love that song.”
All three of them just raised their eyebrows and nodded. Zac spoke up, “I could tell.”
“What did you whisper to Ike?” I asked Tay.
“Nothing,” he said, glancing sideways at Ike.
“Yea, I believe you,” I said, quite sarcastically.
“He only said that... um... he’d never have thought you’d like a song like that,” Ike stated.
“Yea, that’s crap,” I laughed.
“Come on, tell me,” I punched Tay in the arm.
“No.”
“Fine, then I’m not talking to any of you, except Zac,” I turned and swam to the other side of the pool.
“Ha ha, I’m not excluded,” Zac stuck his tongue out at his brothers and swam over be me where I had hoisted myself onto the side of the pool and was sitting. Zac hopped out of the pool and sat next to me.
“What did he say?” I asked, leaning toward Zac’s ear.
“He’s a gay fag,” Zac replied.
“Yea, but that’s besides the point,” I laughed.
Zac cracked up. “No, I meant, that’s what he said.”
“Oh! I get it,” I laughed harder, leaning over.
“It was a joke,” Zac laughed an sighed.
“I know,” I laughed. I sat back up straight and saw Tay looking at me. “Stop it,” I said to him seriously, stopping my laughter. I slid into the water, tugging the straps of the tank-top.
“What?” he called from across the pool.
“You know what you were doing, just stop it,” I swam toward him.
“What was he doing?” Zac asked curiously.
“Yea, what was I doing?” Tay wondered.
“Do you really want me to embarrass you like that?” I asked Tay.
“What?” he said defensively.
“You don’t think I saw you, but I did,” I pointed to him as I swam closer.
“Huh?” Zac remarked.
Tay was quiet.
I stopped swimming. “You were looking down my shirt,” I affrimed.
“Was not,” Tay half-laughed.
“You were too,” I nodded.
Zac let out a small giggle.
“It’s quite conceited of you to say something like that,” Tay commented.
“Actually, the truth doesn’t make me conceited,” I crossed my arms over my chest.
Tay started to blush a little bit.
“He really was!” Zac noticed Tay blushing and erupted into laughter, slapping the water in front of him.
“See, when you’re from around here, you have to be alert,” I explained. “And besides that, you weren’t being very discreet,” I accused.
“Me? Not being discreet? What about you, you’re the one leaning all the way over like that. What couldn’t I see?”
“Oh, yea, Tay, I totally did that on purpose. I would’ve taken my whole shirt off, but I was afraid that someone would walk in,” I said sarcastically.
“You would’ve?” Zac asked.
“Shut up,” I said impatiently. And I turned to Tay and said, “And what do you mean, ‘What couldn’t I see’?”
“Um, nothing,” Tay shifted uncomfortably.
“Jeez, Tay, take a cold shower or something,” Zac laughed.
He said nothing, but blushed a great deal. Frustrated, I swam away, Zac following me. Zac laughed, but I just shook my head.
“Shut up, Zac,” I said, turning to him.
“You just want me to stop becuase you know if I laugh, you will too,” he giggled.
“No,” I shook my head, but I could feel my laughter rising. That little retard knew his laughter was infectious. He remained silent for a second, and then burst into laughter. Of course, I joined him. I grabbed him, dunked him under the water, and sat on his back. After a few seconds, he swam out from under me and came up to the surface.
“You’re violent,” was all he said.
Ike interrupted the little fight that was about to break out with, “Why don’t we go into the jacuzzi?”
There was a jacuzzi that fit about ten people in the corner. I leapt out of the pool, padded over to the jacuzzi, and jumped in. “Ow!” I yelled so loudly it echoed.
“What?” Ike, who was following me asked.
I lifted my leg out of the water. Not only was it turning red from the heat, there was a bleeding cut on it. When I jumped in, I’d hit my shin on a cement bench in the water that was hidden by the jacuzzi bubbles. I stepped carefully out of the water, and wiped up the blood with my towel. It wasn’t gushing, but there was a steady trickle.
Ike, Tay, and Zac climbed carefully into the water, using the stairs like normal human beings. I sat in a chair at the table by the radio, holding the towel to my leg.
“Ow,” I moaned again.
“Are you okay?” Ike asked.
“I’m all right, it’s only blood,” I held up the white towel to display the small blood stain. After a minute, I climbed back into the jacuzzi, sitting myself right in front of a jet that spewed bubbles onto my back. “Ow,” I pouted again at the aching, stinging feeling of the chlorine and heat on my leg.
“Are you like, dying or something?” Zac asked.
“Only a little bit,” I shrugged.
We sat in the jacuzzi for a few minutes. Then I had this idea that if we jumped into the pool, it would feel cooler that it had before (which is good because I was almost sweating in the jacuzzi). So, we walked over to the pool, and lined up next to each other. We were going to jump in on the count of three, but on “one,” I shoved Tay into the pool. Ike, Zac, and I laughed and jumped in together.
“You pushed me!” Tay exclaimed when he surfaced.
“You’re quick,” I mumbled.
“I guess I deserved it,” he grumbled.
“No, you didn’t,” I admitted, “You’re a guy, you can’t help it if you’re head’s in your... not in your head,” I laughed.
“What were you going to say?” Ike asked, knowing very well what I was going to say.
“Shut up, Ike,” I put my hand in front of his face.
“And so, Tay, just don’t let me catch you doing it again,” I smiled.
“Does that mean I can still do it, just as long as you don’t catch me?” he asked slyly.
I shook my head and stuck my tongue out at him, “Why don’t we go to the spa?” I asked.
“Okay, let’s go,” Ike agreed.
We all swam over to the ladder. “You can go first, Robinson,” Tay smiled, trying to hold back laughter.
“Why, so you can check me out from behind, too?” I asked, “I don’t think so.”
I insisted everyone else climb up the ladder before me. Then we all dried off to the best of our abilities. Then, we dropped our towels in the basket where all the dirty towels go, and attempted to find our way to the spa.
