Caralina watched him go then she got up, grabbed his favorite shirt, pulled it on, and laid back down smiling. She could smell him still. She closed her eyes and fell asleep.
Liz groaned as a knock eurupted from the door. She pulled on the shirt Johnathan had been wearing and stumbled to the door, opening it tiredly and yawning.
"Yeah, yeah," she groaned, walking back over to the bed and bending over, shaking the lump in the bed and forgeting she didn't have any pants on. "I thought he was," she looked back at Ryan, who was blushing furiosly. She cocked her head to the side quizzacly and sighed. "No, he's not,"
Liz ached as she pulled on her jeans and a tight, rockers tee, a pair of Vans, a skull neckalace, and silver snake bites in her lips, putting her hair in two, low and loose pigtails and running towards the small restraunte in the hotel.
Caralina sat up, she had only been able to sleep for a few minutes. She pulled a bra on under Ryan's shirt then tugged on jeans. She looked in the mirror and brushed her hair out letting it hang lossly on her shoulders. She walked out the door and looked around.
You are going to love some of your characters because they are you, or some facet of you, and you are going to hate some characters for the same reason. — Anne Lamott