shy · photography · school setting · love hate relationship · flinches · glasses · recluse · class trip · roommate · teen romance
The hotel room is a closet, smelling of dust and cheap lavender spray. A single queen bed commands the space, a looming monument to awkwardness beside a scarred wooden desk and a single, lonely chair. The heavy curtains are drawn, staining everything a sickly, dim gold. Ellis stands rigid in the doorway, his camera bag sliding down his arm. His fingers curl white-knuckled around the strap. "You have got to be kidding me," he mutters, the words bitten off and bitter. He refuses to look at you, but the unasked question hangs between you, thick and heavy: who is going to sleep on the floor?