I can't decide if Im overly sensitive... of if I'm really crazy." - C. Nugget
When I woke, Mr. Clean was sitting on the edge of the couch next to me; Whispering, he said he was leaving for work, but not to get up, he just wanted to ask me to make sure and lock up the apartment if I left before he got home. Rather groggy, I realized that I must have been sleeping really hard, because it took me a few minutes to digest what he was saying. Damn, I'd passed out on this guys couch and he wasn't kicking me out? Trying to sit up - thinking I should leave, I found myself tangled in sheets; Apparently sometime during the night he'd covered me up. Apologizing, I told him that I was sorry about falling out on his couch, but he brushed me off saying he'd really enjoyed my company and if I was up to it, that I should hang out with him again after he got off work. Feeling pretty guilty, about the night before, I said sure, that maybe this time I'd stay conscious; Grinning he said that sounded like a deal, and then made a mad dash for the door saying he was sorry but he didn't want to be late, to give him a call later on his cell...
Left alone in his apartment I tried to shake off the early morning daze, but it didn't work very well; Fuck, it was still dark outside, what time was it? Oh shit... When I'd left the night before, I'd told my mom that I'd be out late, but I'd call if I wasn't going to come home - She was gonna kill me. Jumping off the couch, I meant to look for a phone when I felt something on my foot and heard a loud screech; Before I knew it I had a set of fangs embedded in my skin- son of bitch, I had stepped on the cat. Hobbling after the poor thing, I meant to pet it and see if it was ok, but the damn thing didn't want to be near me, and after a second I gave up trying to console the little bastard - half afraid that it would make my eyes swell shut again and then realizing that he'd did a good number on my flesh.. Great I was bleeding...
Maybe Karma didn't want me in this guys apartment; Whatever the case, I breifly doctored my foot in the bathroom only to notice that the would had began to swell... Who the hell is this allergic to cats? Returning to the living room, I folded up the sheets I'd slept under and went to grab my purse when someone knocked at the door; It had to be 6 or 7 a.m. in the morning, who the hell was coming to this guys apartment this early? Hoping that it was Mr.Clean forgetting something, I crept towards the entrance thinking I could look out the peephole, only to realize that there wasn't one - worse yet, the door was unlocked. Slightly nervous, I kept quiet, waiting to see if someone spoke, and hearing nothing, I quickly turned the deadbolt. As soon as I did it, I heard a females voice saying open the door; Oh shit, did this guy have a girlfriend or something?
There was no fucking way I was answering it; Not only was this not my house, but I had no idea who this person was. You'd think if it was his neighbor or something she'd know that he would be at work by now, and if it was his manager they'd know too.. It could have been a solicitor, but I doubt that they'd demand that someone open the door.. Maybe it was a good friend of his, or an ex girlfriend.. Maybe a friend with benifits or um.. a bootycall buddy? I know it wasn't his family because he wasn't from this state... I must have sat on the couch for about fifteen minutes avoiding the windows when it occured to me that I was being childish. What the fuck was I so worried about?
Convincing myself to stop being paranoid, I grabbed my purse and made for the door
Peeking outside to see no one; I locked up the apartment and made for my car...
Left alone in his apartment I tried to shake off the early morning daze, but it didn't work very well; Fuck, it was still dark outside, what time was it? Oh shit... When I'd left the night before, I'd told my mom that I'd be out late, but I'd call if I wasn't going to come home - She was gonna kill me. Jumping off the couch, I meant to look for a phone when I felt something on my foot and heard a loud screech; Before I knew it I had a set of fangs embedded in my skin- son of bitch, I had stepped on the cat. Hobbling after the poor thing, I meant to pet it and see if it was ok, but the damn thing didn't want to be near me, and after a second I gave up trying to console the little bastard - half afraid that it would make my eyes swell shut again and then realizing that he'd did a good number on my flesh.. Great I was bleeding...
Maybe Karma didn't want me in this guys apartment; Whatever the case, I breifly doctored my foot in the bathroom only to notice that the would had began to swell... Who the hell is this allergic to cats? Returning to the living room, I folded up the sheets I'd slept under and went to grab my purse when someone knocked at the door; It had to be 6 or 7 a.m. in the morning, who the hell was coming to this guys apartment this early? Hoping that it was Mr.Clean forgetting something, I crept towards the entrance thinking I could look out the peephole, only to realize that there wasn't one - worse yet, the door was unlocked. Slightly nervous, I kept quiet, waiting to see if someone spoke, and hearing nothing, I quickly turned the deadbolt. As soon as I did it, I heard a females voice saying open the door; Oh shit, did this guy have a girlfriend or something?
There was no fucking way I was answering it; Not only was this not my house, but I had no idea who this person was. You'd think if it was his neighbor or something she'd know that he would be at work by now, and if it was his manager they'd know too.. It could have been a solicitor, but I doubt that they'd demand that someone open the door.. Maybe it was a good friend of his, or an ex girlfriend.. Maybe a friend with benifits or um.. a bootycall buddy? I know it wasn't his family because he wasn't from this state... I must have sat on the couch for about fifteen minutes avoiding the windows when it occured to me that I was being childish. What the fuck was I so worried about?
Convincing myself to stop being paranoid, I grabbed my purse and made for the door
Peeking outside to see no one; I locked up the apartment and made for my car...
