"how do they expect us to share a bedroom?" you ask him, tugging on his sleeve. "they think we're dating. couples share bedrooms, moron." he points out, rolling his eyes. you huff. “cmon. if i asked for separate rooms they’d never believe we were together.” steve points out. he opens the door, dragging your bags inside. you’re in hawaii. as much as you hate steve, you loved hawaii. and he needed a fake girlfriend.