I hop into the shower. Since Lexi will be here to open the door
for Tucker. I can take my time. It’s not like we are going anywhere. I just
didn’t want to be caught sweaty or in my towel. I have to shave everywhere. Why,
oh why, didn’t I think of this last night?
I finish and jump out of the shower to dry off. I comb out my
hair and wrap it in a towel. After brushing my teeth and putting on deodorant I
turn to reach for my clothes. Clothes that are not there…meanwhile someone is
knocking on the door.
Oh Hell! I guess he’ll see me in my towel after all because there’s
no way to get from the bathroom to my room without being seen. This apartment is
all open floor space. Why did I move here again?
I don’t hear voices so I think I may have time to make a beeline
to my room. I ease the bathroom door open and step into the hallway at the exact
moment Lexi swings the front door wide open. Bitch did that on purpose! I just
know it.
I am frozen in place. My damn feet won’t move. These fuckers have
gone on vacation or strike or something. I look up and Tucker is standing in my
doorway, staring right at me. I can hear Lexi talking but I can’t make out a
word she’s saying. I see Tucker’s head nod but I don’t think he’s really
hearing her either.
Lexi tells him, “Did you know that Brenna eats her boogers? Yep
sits right there on the couch picks a winner...”
That snapped me out of my frozen state.
“Lexi, you are fucking gross!” I try to yell, but I can’t help
but laugh. Really who says shit like that? Oh yeah. Lexi does.
“Got both y’all’s attention though didn’t it?” Lexi smiles.
I laugh at her again. She is really funny when she wants to be,
but that was pretty gross and thank God Tucker is laughing at her, too.
“Tucker, this is my obnoxious neighbor and friend Lexi Allen. However,
at the moment the friend part is in
question. Lexi, meet Tucker Wade.”
They exchange “nice to meet you” and I swear Lexi may melt on the
spot. She is fanning herself. What the hell? Is she going through menopause?
I’m seriously thinking about revoking her friend card right now.
And why is Tucker staring at me like that? I look down at myself
and gasp, Oh my Lord, how did I forget I was standing here in nothing but a towel
that barely covers anything?
“Um, I will be back in a few.” I clutch my towel. I have a
feeling if I let go of it right now, it will either fall off or get hung on an
imaginary nail or something. That would be just my luck.
No comments:
Post a Comment