The search for paradise

Chapter 4

Bella's Point Of View:

Scade wipes the rest of the foam off his face with my tissue.
"What name did you book us in with?" he asks.
"You're John Smith and I'm Sarah Smith."
"We're married?!"
"No you dolt, brother and sister."
"What number room are we?" he asks.
"Sixty five," I reply curtly, walking ahead of him down the corridor. "Here we are..." I unlock it and we both look at the room in disbelief. A moth eaten sofa sits in the corner. Paint peels off the walls, the carpet is a moldy green and...there's only one bed.
"Well, I bags the bed," I say quickly and leap onto it with delight.
"No way!" Scade cries. "I am not sleeping on that sofa!"
"Looks like you're gonna have to," I say, fishing my iPod out of my pocket and turning on the music. Firework, Katie Perry.
"Man, I hate this song," Scade grunts as he walks lazily to the sofa.
"So do I, I'll change it." I flip through all the different songs and finally settle on Blue Orchid by White Stripes.
"Hey this is the same people that did Seven Nation Army right?" Scade says.
"Yeah."
"Put Katie Perry back on," he groans.