LIVE A LITTLE

sink wash~ hell no

i was tossed onto a bed.
and the smell of lavender drifted around me.
it was kind of dark in this room, with an electronic fire place in the corner.

there were big windows looking over the city below, i wasn't aware this house was on some type of incline.

there were a few misplaced objects, shoes on the floor, books on the nightstand.
but no where near clutter.

and i stood up when i realized my dripping hair was getting all over the bed spread.
"why would you ruin someone's bed"? i asked still completely irritated with this boy.

"i wash my sheets, it'll be fine". he said sighing and sitting down on the edge.
"w-wait, this is your room"? i asked.
"this is my whole house". he said raising his arms.

i was at a loss for words.
this house was incredible. and to think some kid owned it?

i touched my face and saw all the makeup that had came off.
my hair was already getting puffy, and the feeling of wet shorts from hooters, was most certainly not a pleasant one.

"oh- one second". he said standing up and walking to a wardrobe.
he opened it and grabbed something. tossing it beside me.

it was a big black shirt.
then bokuto walked over to a dresser, and dug through taking out a pair of oversized boxers and throwing them my way.

i caught them. "seriously, this is my replacement"? i questioned.
"or you can stay in wet clothes". he responded.
"well who's fault it that"? i asked.

he crossed his arms.
"i'm sorry for throwing you in, i didn't think about it much".
i rolled my eyes.
"i don't care anymore".
i sat there staring at him and his lifted his arms confused. "what?" he asked.

"how am i supposed to change if you're staring"? i asked back.
he scratched the back of his head.
"there's a bathroom right there". he said pointing behind him.

i awkwardly made my way around him, and into the bathroom, shutting the door and letting out a heavy breath.
why is his glare making me so weak.

and better question- why did he give me these boxers? couldn't he have given me some shorts or something.
technically his P is touching my V and no one gets that for FREE.

i struggled to get off the wet clothes since they were stuck to my body. and i dreaded what i would see when i looked in the mirror.

i turned slowly and came face to face with some girl. who's makeup was completely ruined, with soggy and puffed up hair, and a wet shirt half way off of her.

what a loser.

i ran my hands in the water and washed the makeup off my face. grabbing paper towels to harshly scrub off the excess.

my face was bare now, and i rung my hair out in the sink trying to get all the water out.
the chlorine made it feel horrible too.

i put it in a disgusting bun and slid on the boxers abs oversized shirt.
walking out the bathroom with a pout on my face.