Camp Paradis || Jean Kirstein

You Could Have Just Sat Somewhere Else

I woke up the next morning with my head barely out from underneath the covers. It was warm under here, and I pulled the covers closer to me, wrapping myself in them even more. I tried to ignore the sunlight in my eyes, but I couldn't block out the sound of the busy house outside of my door.

  I felt well and rested, definitely sleeping later than I normally would. It was actually kind of nice to not have Reiner barging into my room to drag me to breakfast.

  I sat up and stretched out my arms as I yawned, hearing my back crack. I attempted to rake my fingers through some of the tangles in my hair. I was sure that I looked a mess. I pulled the ponytail holder off my wrist and pulled my hair up into a ponytail.

  I rubbed down my face to pull at the tightness around my eyes. Then, I lightly slapped at my cheeks a couple of times before pinching them to try and bring some color to them.

  I stood out of the bed and opened the door. I caught the smell of sweet cinnamon rolls and my stomach growled. I caught the light on in the bathroom, and the door was open. I poked my head in and caught Jean brushing his teeth in the mirror, wearing yesterday's clothes that we washed last night.

  He caught my gaze in the mirror and nodded his head up once towards me in a greeting. I entered in, rubbing my eye and moved him over so that he would share the sink with me. He squatted down and opened the cabinet below us. He rummaged through it for a few seconds and when he stood back up, he was holding an unopened yellow toothbrush.

  I took it from him, opened it, and handed him the trash, which he took without complaining. I prepped the toothbrush before shoving it in my mouth. Jean leaned over the sink and spit the foaming toothpaste from his mouth, "Marco will be here soon." he said as he rinsed off his toothbrush. He pulled a hand towel off of a ring on the wall and wiped his mouth, "We'll head out after breakfast." I nodded. He tossed me the towel, "I'll go get your clothes." I gave him a thumbs up before he left me alone.

  I finished up brushing my teeth and grabbed a stick of deodorant that was left of the counter that I assumed was Jean's. I applied it and put it back where I found it. When I was finished, I stepped into the hallway, and he ended up meeting me with my folded clothes in his hands.

  "You didn't look at my panties did you?" I joked with him as I took the clothes.

  "They're in my back pocket." he actually joked back, causing a short laugh from me. He smiled slyly, "Get dressed."

He turned away and I called after him as he walked towards the living room, "I like it when you take charge." he watched me as I spoke, and smirked at me when I finished, shaking his head as he disappeared behind the wall into the kitchen.

  I went back into Jean's room and quickly took of his clothes, leaving them on the bed, and putting on my dress. I slid my underwear up my legs and put my socks on too. I picked up my white sneakers that I had left by his door and put them on.

  When I stepped out into the hallway, the unmistakable, horrible smell of eggs hit me in the face. Jean's mom must have just put them on. I could feel my throat tighten as I threatened to gag. I held my breath and grew sick as I felt the taste of egg start prick in my mouth.

  The house was so small that I felt like someone had put the pan right underneath my face. Fuck, I needed to get out of here. As quick as I could without running, I forced myself to walk closer to the living room and I practically jumped out the front door, trying not to slam it closed.

  I took a deep inhale after holding my breath for a few seconds, but the smell of egg lingered in my nose. I choked on it, taking a heavy hit so fast and I had to lean over the porch to wretch.