Ariana P.O.V.

When I wake up Peyton is boring on the other couch. I grab my camera to take a picture of him. I laugh at the perfect candid of him. He hears me and wakes up, I quickly hide the camera behind me.

"Good morning?" He says.

"Good morning." I saw with a smile.

He sits up and runs his hand through his hair. "We're finally leaving here tonight." He looks around. "But what do we do today?"

Ariana thinks. "Well I'm hungry let's head down to the kitchen to find a can opener for the Spaghettios."

"Sounds good." He stands up.

I put my camera in my purse and put it around my shoulder. We walk down to the main floor and travel down a hallway. When he walks in he bangs his head on the top of the doorway.

I try not to laugh. "Are you okay?"

He rubs his head. "Yeah, just a problem with being tall." He smiles at me.

I smile back and walk in. "Okay here's the can opener."

I point to one on the wall. Peyton opens up a can and I set up the table. Getting two old bowls, two old spoons, and two old placemats. Just for fun. Peyton walks over with the open can.

"Hey, I like it." He smiles.

I smile back. Why am I such a sucker for tall guys?

I take out my camera to take photos. Of him and of our "breakfast." We start eating.

He wrinkles his nose. "These don't taste good cold."

I check my bag. "Would Dr.Pepper help?"

"It's my favorite."

"Mine too."

I get two glass and we split the soda. When we are done eating we wonder out to the main room. We laugh and talk, gosh I love spending time with him.

We go upstairs to explore more. We both have our cameras out ready to shoot. He goes into one hotel room and I go into the other. I see I suitcase unpacked on the bed. With old clothes, photographs, letters, and journals. The pictures show a lady, each picture she's with a different groom it looks like. There are 5 pictures. The letters are from funeral homes. There are 5 letters. I read through the journal, it's all about her marrying men and killing them to get their money. I close the journal and back away from the room. When I get out Peyton's looking through his pictures and smiling.

"Ari these pictures are amazing!" He says.

"Peyton, the last person to be in that hotel room was a murderer." I point to the room.