Pete looked over at Patrick sleeping in the passenger seat. He'd been driving for at least twenty minutes in what just might be the wrong direction. But he didn't want to wake Patrick and worry him. Or give him a chance to say I told you so. So he'd continued driving. But now it was getting dark. He knew they weren't going to make it to their destination tonight. And he had to warn Patrick.

"Pat." Gently, he tapped his arm. Patrick snored in response. This time Pete hit him harder. "Pat, get up!"

"Wha-" He grumbled but his eyes fluttered open so Pete knew he'd wake up in a second. Pete could tell he was disoriented for a few seconds before he realized where he was. He sat up straighter. "What is it, Pete?"

"We're lost." Pete whispered.

"What?"

"We're lost." He said louder.

"Pete!" He sighed. "Just find a hotel or something."

"You're not going to say I told you so?"

"No, baby. I mean I did but we all make mistakes."

"I love you." Pete grinned toothily.

"I love you more." Patrick leaned over to kiss him quickly. "Look Pete. Its a hotel!"

Pete slowed the car down and pulled up to the hotel. It was fairly smaller than the hotels they were used to. It only had four floors. Well maybe the smaller the better. As the car got closer, Pete and Patrick noticed it that the name of the hotel had decayed to the point where is was unintelligible.

"I can't even read the name, Trick."

"Who cares. It has running water and a bed. I'm tired, babe." Pat whined.

"Fine."

Pete pulled into the damn near full parking lot. He drove in a circle twice before he noticed the empty spot. He parked (badly) in the empty spot. Pete decided to rush out of the car and open Patrick's door for him. Patrick blushed slightly.

"Get the bags, would you babe? So we can freshen up."

Pete nodded hang grabbed the bags from the back seat. He followed behind Patrick who was holding the lobby door open for him. Then walked in and looked around. It wasn't the worst motel they'd ever been in. That was for sure. But it wasn't nice. The floor needed sweeping. Windows needed washing. The furniture needed.... to be replaced. And everything needed dusting. Classy

"This is fancy." Pete whispered to Patrick.

He giggled. "Be nice."

"Can I help you two?" The girl behind the front desk asked. She was young. Probably in her early twenties. Her lips were bright red and her hair was bright orange. Again...classy.

"Yeah, we need a room for the night." They walked over to the desk.

"Double beds?" She asked.

"No." Pete frowned. "Is that a problem?"

"Would you like your bags taken to your room for you?" She ignored his question.

"No." Pete shook his head. "Do you take credit cards?"

She looked down at the card in his hand with a frown of confusion. "What is that?"

"Its a credit card." Patrick told her with a gentle smile. "So you take cash only?"

"Oh! Payment." She smiled. "You get your bill when you leave."

"Okay. Cool." Pete tucked the card in his bag.

"Here's your keys, Mr. Wentz." She held them up.

"How did you know my na-"

"Room 102." She dropped them in his hand and walked into a room behind the desk.

"That was weird." Patrick shrugged.

"To room 102 we go!"