"Why don't you share a room with someone else in a 3. He surely can bunk up with Jacob and the tool." Helena suggested. Zoe went to go fetch a plate of food for Gunter like he asked her, then brought her own, setting it down on the table next to Kimberly. "I'll be back, I have to go give this to Sir Gunter." Chey watched Zoe rush around. "That poor girl. Gunter treats her like some sort of slave." Chey said sighing, Frances nodding in agreement.
"What? How?"
Helena finished her tea and sighed. Zoe sat down next to Kimberly. "What's going on."
"We are trying to find Andrew and Kimberly new roomates." "K-Kimberly, why not join with Chey and Frances?"
"That could work, I guess. I'll ask them about it later. And I'm sure I could Force Andrew onto Hiro and Jacob."
~Jacob~
"I don't know, everything right now is kind of weird. I mean, not just the whole crazy killing people thing going on on this island... Like, I've been talking to people. I've made friends. People actually care more about me than thinking 'what a loner' as I walk past... It's not exactly weird, I just can't think of a better word. It's new, I guess."
Hiro listens seriously before jumping onto Jacob to give him a hug. "Awwwwwww bless, Jacob yay we will all be good friends it's okay everyone is gunna get along fine. Expecially me and you cutie!"
Helena nods then gets up and walks off. "I-I think she is still grumpy over yesterday..." Zoe muttered.
"Sure, go wild cutie." He laughed, as soon as he opened the door and walked towards the hotel, Hiro walked around the corner and bumped into Helena, knocking them ontop of eachother. "Urk! Hey watch- Oh god."
Helena narrowed her eyes. "You." Helena shoved Hiro off her. "Stay away from me."
"She's just being a grumpy cow." Hiro said angrily.
Helena stood listening behind the corner out of sight. "Pfft let's just leave the ***** and go get breakfast." Hiro said walking off.
Helena went into her room. Idiot. Helena said, sitting on her bed and wiped away a few tears.
"Hey. Not sitting with 'Cutie'?" Drew asked, glancing over at Jacob, who was sat writing something in a notebook with one hand while eating with the other.