"What the hell is that annoying sound?" Jon screamed, covering his ears dramatically.

"Probably someone moving furniture upstairs." Spencer kicked off his shoes and sat on the bed next to his fiance. He took out his phone and began setting his alarm for 6:00 am the next morning.

"Who the hell would be moving furniture this late?" Spencer just shrugged." And who the hell is tacky enough to try and redecorate their hotel room?!" Another shrug. "Are you even fucking listening to me?"

"Yeah." Spencer finished setting the alarm but didn't put down the phone. He had nothing to do in it. But he could tell it was pissing Jon off.

"It doesn't look like you're listening." Jon told him.

"Oh." He began sliding the screen randomly.

"Oh? That's all you have to fucking say? I'm getting the worst headache of my life and you're just-" the noise began getting louder. Jon snapped and grabbed the bible off the nightstand. He stood on the bed on the tips of his toes. He began pounding on the roof with the bible while yelling. "OH MY FUCKING GOSH! SHUT THE FUCK UP!"

"Jon!"

"What?!"

"Don't swear while beating the bible against the roof. Wait, what am I saying? Don't beat the fucking Bible!"

"So all of a sudden you're religious?" He didn't stop hitting the ceiling.

"No. You know I'm not. It just seems disrespectful."

"Disrespect? What's disrespectful is the amount of noise-" It started up again, louder this time. "SHUT THE FUCK UP!" Jon kept hitting the ceiling. There was on final loud bang. "SON'S OF BITHCES!" Jon slammed the bible and a bit of plaster began to fall. And then it was quiet. "Thank god."

He jumped from the bed and threw the book back at the stand. It missed and landed on the hard wood floor. Spencer jumped up from the bed and lifted it up. He sat it in the drawer and closer it hard.

"Jon, you're such a fucking asshole sometimes." He muttered, snatching his phone and sitting in the chair instead of back beside Jon on the bed.

"What did it ever do for me." He asked.

"You know I was raised in a Christian household. I just don't think you should be throwing a book around that means so much to some people."

Jon laughed. "Are you on your period today or something? I don't want to here this right now. I don't want to hear anything!"

"You never want to hear anything unless its coming from your own mouth. That's your problem!"

"Oh so I have a problem, now?" Spencer just shrugged again. Of course Jon had a problem. He had a shit load of them. One being his fucking temper. And another being his love foe arguments. Specner wasn't feeding into the latter. So he lifted his phone up and tried to ignore him. "I have a problem, Spencer?" He asked again. Another shrug. "Fuck you! You have the problem." Spencer just nodded. "Do you want to know what your problem is?" Jon asked him.

"Sure." He muttered.

"You're a pathological flirt!"

"I'm a what!?" Spencer put the phone down then.

"You're. A. Pathological. Fli-" The sound came back harder than before. But this time it came in a rhythmic pattern. They were making a beat with their pounding. "They're up there like they're beating on fucking drums!" Jon yelled. "I'm going to say something!"

He jumped from his spot on the bed and stormed towards the door. Spencer rolled his eyes and stood up to follow him. When he got to the hall he didn't seen Jon anywhere. He must have taken the elevator. Spencer pressed the button and waited. But then he heard someone yelling down the stairs. He couldn't make out what they were telling but it sounded like, 'that's it.'

Spencer decided to rush towards that sound instead. Jon could handle handle himself. As took the stairs to the ground floor. As he got closer he realized the person wasn't yelling 'that's it' they were yelling a name. Patrick. He entered the lobby and saw a man sitting against the front entrance door. His hair was wet an he was wearing nothing but a towel.

"Excuse me sir, are you okay?" Spencer approached him slowly, carefully.

"No. I can't find my boyfriend." He cried out.

"Was he here with you?"

"He was in the room. I got out the shower and he was gone." Maybe he just went out to get something to eat or-"

"No. The damn door is locked!"

"What?" Spencer walked to the door and Pete slid out the way. Spencer tried to push it open when that didn't work, he pulled at it. "Why the fuck would that be locked from the inside?!" Spencer walked over to the windows and tried to open one. "Why the fuck is everything locked?!"