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My eyes fluttered open and met with that lovely pair of brown eyes.
"Morning!" he said merrily.
"Umm... good morning?" I tried to adjust to the light in the room. "Why are you sitting so close to me?"
"'Cause you're a likable person."
"Oh, well... that answers that..."
He smiled and continued to stare at me for a few minutes. That was kind of weird. Having some one watch you as you wake up.
"Um..."
"Yes?" Quinn perked up.
"Can... I use your shower?"
"Sure. It's down the hall, to the left."
"Thanks..." I got up, moving past Quinn, who looked absolutely smitten, and made my way down the hall.
Really weird, that Quinn fellow. Looking at me the way he did. It was a slight bit scary in a way. He barely knew me yet he continued to try and hit on me. Tisk tisk.
I knocked on the bathroom door. When no one answered, I creaked the door open.
Okay, maybe a shower was an unknown place to them too. It looked like it hadn't been touched in months. Or maybe just a week or two. I'm just being overdramatic.
I really liked taking a showers after I haven't had one for a long time. It made me feel... really clean. I mean, sure, that's why you're supposed to take a shower for, but like if you take one every day you can't really feel a difference, but if you haven't in about a month like me and THEN you do, then you'll achieve the lovely feeling of clean.
I found a towel in the closet and turned on the water to super hot. I'm just weird. I like getting scorched in the shower.
I didn't really mind using men's soap. It defiantly made me smell better, and it made me feel like I had a boyfriend because I smelt like a guy.
I don't know, it just felt good.
I turned the water off and peaked outside the shower stall. I could never be too careful when I'm in some one else's house, especially with some one like Quinn in there.
I was relieved to find the bathroom to have no one but myself occupying it. I slipped my towel around me and went through with getting dressed.
"Morning!" he said merrily.
"Umm... good morning?" I tried to adjust to the light in the room. "Why are you sitting so close to me?"
"'Cause you're a likable person."
"Oh, well... that answers that..."
He smiled and continued to stare at me for a few minutes. That was kind of weird. Having some one watch you as you wake up.
"Um..."
"Yes?" Quinn perked up.
"Can... I use your shower?"
"Sure. It's down the hall, to the left."
"Thanks..." I got up, moving past Quinn, who looked absolutely smitten, and made my way down the hall.
Really weird, that Quinn fellow. Looking at me the way he did. It was a slight bit scary in a way. He barely knew me yet he continued to try and hit on me. Tisk tisk.
I knocked on the bathroom door. When no one answered, I creaked the door open.
Okay, maybe a shower was an unknown place to them too. It looked like it hadn't been touched in months. Or maybe just a week or two. I'm just being overdramatic.
I really liked taking a showers after I haven't had one for a long time. It made me feel... really clean. I mean, sure, that's why you're supposed to take a shower for, but like if you take one every day you can't really feel a difference, but if you haven't in about a month like me and THEN you do, then you'll achieve the lovely feeling of clean.
I found a towel in the closet and turned on the water to super hot. I'm just weird. I like getting scorched in the shower.
I didn't really mind using men's soap. It defiantly made me smell better, and it made me feel like I had a boyfriend because I smelt like a guy.
I don't know, it just felt good.
I turned the water off and peaked outside the shower stall. I could never be too careful when I'm in some one else's house, especially with some one like Quinn in there.
I was relieved to find the bathroom to have no one but myself occupying it. I slipped my towel around me and went through with getting dressed.