Just Hate Me and We'll End It Here

Bailey

Morning comes to early, that’s all I know. Groaning slightly, I peak my eyes open. Yawning, I stretch a little. Then I shiver, realizing I never got under my covers. Wrinkling my nose, I sit up and look around blearily.

Eugh. Too early.

Speaking of which, I glance at my clock.

Waaay to early.

I shuffle around and realize I need a shower. Stumbling around, I figure the towels must be in the bathroom already. Well, I figure to myself, at least I’d woken up a little after midnight and taken off yesterday’s clothes…

I step out, rubbing my eyes.

A door clangs and I look up, confused.

Alex stares at me, his jaw literally hanging open. I stare at him for a moment, too, nothing really sinking in that he’s really just standing there in purple boxers…

WAIT!

I glance down. “Cover your blasted eyes!” I yell at him, my eyes wide and I hurriedly step into the bathroom, my face beet red.

Note to self: You’re sharing a house with a guy now. No more walking around in a bra and boy shorts ever, ever again. Please.

Shuddering at the past moment, I manage to find the towel I wanted and turn the shower on. Very nice and spacey, too, which I like. Stepping in after stripping down, I breathe a sigh of relief, loving the feel of warm water on my back.

Best shower I’ve had in a while. Feeling relaxed, I step out and dry off and wrap the towel around myself. I put some mousse in and brush through my tangled hair. I like to let it dry casually, instead of using blow driers.

Aaaaaaand now the problem.

I didn’t grab any clothes, curse it.

Groaning to myself, I stare at the ceiling hard. Someone sure has it in for me!

But it’s not like I can stay here all day, after all. Taking a deep breath, I exit the bathroom slowly, hoping Alex isn’t around. After all, I’m only in a towel. Swallowing, I tiptoe through the hall, hoping to reach my room before-

A wolf whistle as I pass Alex’s opened door to his room. I glance there, to my left, stunned. Alex is lying on his bed, only dressed in some casual sagging jeans, going through a stack of CD’s. He sees me looking and grins, then flutters his fingers in a girlish wave.

Frowning, I flip him off and continue to my room.

Stumbling around, I manage to pull out some clothes. On goes an olive green, thin long-sleeved top with buttons at the top. It goes sort of low for my tops, but that’s okay today. I don’t feel like skinny jeans, however, and simply wear some casual jeans. I glance at the leather bracelet I’m wearing…

Eh. Goes with the green, though… I shrug and leave it alone as I pull on some fuzzy warm socks. I put on some mascara and light eyeliner. I figure that’s good for the day. Slipping in my wallet and phone, I step out, braiding my hair in two braids.

“Morning,” Alex is on the counter, holding out a coffee mug.

I take it apprehensively, glancing at his wet hair. “You already showered?”

“I’m fast,” he winks, drinking his own coffee.

I roll my eyes. “Whatever.”

And the next few minutes pass in somewhat awkward silence. “So….” Alex finally drawls. “I’m spending the day at the studio.” He scratches his head, looking around awkwardly.

I shrug. “’Kay. I have work, too.”

He nods. “Cool…” He pauses, tugging at his lip. “So… are you free tonight?”

I glance up. “What?” I ask blankly.

“You know, I just thought- maybe, you know, we could do something… together?”

I swallow, my throat turning dry as I suddenly recall what I’d told Missy last night. I clear my throat and turn away. “Ehm. Uh, yeah, maybe. I’ll see. I, uh, I might have to work late, but… yeah, whatever,” I try to shrug it off my shoulders.

“Well, we’ll have to make sure that doesn’t happen,” he jokes, working on lightening the mood. I give an uneasy laugh as I put my emptied coffee cup in the sink. “What time is good? I’ll pick you up,” he offers.

“I’ll be taking an all-day shift at the coffee shop,” I pause, telling him. “The shift ends around seven.”

“Seven it is, Bay,” and his eyes meet mine.

Stupid butterflies.

“Right,” I mutter and I leave to put on my shoes. “Later.”

“Later, love,” he sings playfully.

I glance at him, but try to pretend I didn’t hear a word as I grab my keys and head out to my car. I start the ignition and head out towards my job, ready for a very, very long day.