Killer chocolate

SAMIRA's POV

Moscow we're here baby!" Neal screams. What a child. We enter our hotel, i.e. home for a week. "I'll be with Raissa this time, if that's ok with you." Nina asks. Sandra links her arm with mine "I'll bunk with Sam then" she chuckles.

The both of us got super close after the whole 'Streets of Madrid' fiasco. "Did I miss something?" Nina asks. "Girl, you don't know half of it." I say promising her I'll tell her about it.

We settle down, planning to chill for the night. Both of us slept like dogs during the flight so it doesn't look like we'll be getting any sleep today.

We hear a knock at the door and Sina answers it. "ITS YO BOYS BLAKE-SHA AND NEAL-SHA" both of them jump inside. We burst out laughing and I pat the spot next to me on the bed. Neal takes a seat and places his head on my lap.

"That 70's show??" Blake asks sitting between Sandra and I. "That 70s show" I nod.

Around ten minutes into it, Blake and Neal pull out a distorted weird looking candy bar.

"Want some?" They ask us. We shake our heads no. It looks like poo to be honest. They take a humongous bite each and scrunch up their face.

"Where did you even get these?" Sandra asks. "A really nice old lady give this to us when we stepped out. She was telling something in Russian and waddled away" Noah shrugs.

We shake our head and continue watching. If Hyde and Jackie don't end up together I will literally end my shit. This show is very addicting.

A coughing Neal makes our heads turn. He sits up straight and holds his neck. I notice blood coming out of his nose and scream. Sandra panicks and presses the hem of her shirt on Neal's nose.

I suddenly hear a thud and look down to see Blake violently vibrating on the floor. There is blood splurging out of his mouth.

I hold him tight and start crying. "HELP!" I wail. I have no idea what to do. I rub his back, blood all over both of us. I keep screaming for help while hot tears stream down my very red face.

Both the boys start chuckling. "Gotcha!" Blake exclaims smiling widely at me. I feel my lips quiver and I break into tears again.

"Shh baby girl I'm right here." He wraps his arms around me and strokes my head. I sob thrice before lifting my head to look at him.

BLAKE's POV

Have I mentioned the effect this particular pair of brown doe eyes have in me? No? Well it can't be put in words.

She grits her teeth, clearly indicating her anger.

Hit

HATE

Hit

YOU

Hit

F*CKING

Hit

MUCH"

She hits my chest between every word she pronounces. I catch her fist and hold her tighter not letting her move away from me. She's now sitting on my lap.

"Aw I didn't know you were so concerned about me." I whisper into her ear. "Ha you wish, I was crying only for Noah." She sniffs, earning a boom of laughter from me.

After solid two minutes I let go of her. We look at Neal and Sandra sitting on two far corners of the bed, their backs facing each other.

"What happened?" I ask, my voice sore from crying and screaming. Both of them turn beet red. "Nothing." Neal says, too quick for anyone to believe. "We believe you, big boy" Samira rolls his eyes.

"Can we call truce? All this pranking is getting very exhausting." Sandra sighs. "Well payback IS a bitch" Neal says, as though stating the obvious, earning a hit in the head from Sam.

"Lil Sam you're the most violent person I know" he pouts, rubbing the spot She hit. She stick her tongue out at him. "Well wasn't that very mature?" He says in a girly voice and she shakes her head.

"Umm quick question guys, how are we gonna clean this mess?" I ask. Sam gets up and grabs Neal and my ears while we keep ow-ing.

"Nice try with the 'we'. Now get to work, Shanta bai and Kanta bai." She says. Bai is what Indians call their maids. Samira keeps calling us 'bai' so we know what it means.

And that's how we spent three whole hours sneaking mops in and cleaning the hotel room. According to Sam, it would be in justice to the housekeepers. Yeah, I like a total mommy, I know.

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