The Freewheelin' [𝑩𝒐𝒃 𝑫𝒚𝒍𝒂𝒏]

Chapter 8: G'mornin Mouse

Lesley's eyelids fluttered open as the sun shown through her curtains, illuminating her pale makeup stained face. She rubbed her eyes as she stretched, sifting through her brain to put together her surroundings. The weekend sun heated her exposed toes. She hummed and sat up, slowly scanning her room. The record player, the curtains, the vanity, clothes hanging on her doorknob, bob- WAIT? BOB?

She shot up quickly, seeing Bob standing over her.

"G'mornin mouse. Sleep well?"

Lesley sat in silence as they stared back at each other, a few minutes before answering.

"What are you doing in my room?"

"Good god, manners? Out the window I see?" He teased and sat down at the foot of her bed. "I had nothing else to do. I can't go anywhere without you- I don't think anyway, I don't know how this stuff works- anyways, sleep well?"

She sighed. "I slept okay..I don't really recall any of it." She brought her knees up to her chest. "How did you sleep?" She mumbled, just loud enough for him to hear. Her memory of last night started to fall back into her mind.

"Eh, as good as you can sleep on a couch in the basement- better then the alternative I guess-" Lesley cut him off abruptly.

"Thank you. For last night." She twisted her fingers around each other, making them into a little dance.

A grin tugged up at the corner of his lips, light lines around his blue eyes folded up. "It was nothing." He chuckled at her, observing her slender fingers twirl around on another. There was a nail polish on her fingers, her pointer nail chipped into a small green disfigured heart. His eyes fixated on it, grabbing a gentle hold of her hand. His calloused fingers lightly pressed against her skin, holding her hand up closer to his eyes. Her pale skin flushed slowly, her little freckles darkening as her skin grew a shade of red- almost crimsonesque. Her insides panicked, her stomach flipping as she pulled her hand away. Neither of them spoke, they just looked each other in the eyes, both apologizing with the iris of their pupils. Bob cleared his throat and smashed his hand down onto her foot board, a loud slap echoing.

"Well, I'm gonging to take a stroll around the house...see what's around, what's not- y'know." He stood up and winked at her before he began his journey.

Lesley sat in her bed for a moment before getting up herself, softly pushing her door shut with her back. Her head hung low as she ran her hands through her grease lathered hair. She grunted in disgust at the feeling on her fingers, gliding over to the bathroom connected to her room and what used to be her big sisters room. She got in the shower faster than she got out of bed, soaking in the hot water that haled down onto her skin.

Meanwhile, Bob stalked up on Lesley's parents. They were sat in the living room, reading and watching tv. Like they did every weekend. Her dad was half asleep while her mother read to her little brother. Bob walked around slowly, like he was trying to stay quiet even though they wouldn't hear him. He stopped at the back on the couch, resting his hands down near her dads resting head. He bent down, looked up close. Not a bad looking man, not a bad looking woman- but then again, when has there ever been a bad looking woman. He got up close to each of them, noticing all the features he's seen in Lesley. Her dads nose, moms eyes- but her smile stayed her own.

He shook his head out like a dog and straightened himself. He has one job, there's no way he can let whatever this is get in the way of it.