Once we had all finished eating, Cassie and I went upstairs to go shower and get dressed. I followed her up her carpeted stairs, then up the ladder into her room. She tossed me a towel from a shelf on the way up. "Where's your Ba-" I asked
"Down the ladder and it's the one two doors to the right of Lars' room" She cut me off, grabbing a pile of clothes from her drawers. She trotted over to her bed and laid out her clothes, Then bent down beside her bed and swung her arm underneath it. She hummed as she searched about for something, her arm waving around under her bed. "Ah ha" She grabbed a pair of white trainers, covered in dry mud.
I stood there and watched her form her outfit for today. A pair of Blue denim flares and a white tank, with a Band name written on it in black marker. The band name was not one i'd ever heard before. But It was written pretty neatly onto the shirt. It Made out to say 'Metallica' or something. I'd try to remember to ask her later about it.
She grabbed a baggy leather jacket and threw it onto her clothes pile. I really liked Cassie's style. I walked towards the ladder, to the middle floor of her house.
"Bye!" I waved at her, smiling. I clambered down the ladder. I ran through the directions she had given me in my head. Down, and then two doors to the right. right? I followed the directions carefully. I passed Lars' bedroom, I could tell it was his, from both the smell coming from it, and the fact that I remembered Kirk walking into it last night.
Two doors to the left. My head spun round looking for the direction I was meant to go. I finally located the bathroom. I flicked the light switch outside of the room, Guessing it was the bathroom light and turned the doorknob and swung open the door.
As I expected, the bathroom was really nice, it was pretty clean which in a way was surprising, because of Lars. There was a huge bath in the corner, with steps going up to it. Each step into the bath had a little, green, potted plant sat on it. On the other side of the bathroom was a shower, with neat, white tiles all over the walls, and a little, white shower curtain, tied up with a ribbon. There was a toilet next to the shower with the sink across from it, next to a little window, with blurred out glass, and silky white curtains with fairy lights strung along it. There were little candles placed around the room, with dried candle wax, in a dripping form on the side of them. The room was actually huge for a bathroom.
I took a step into the room and deeply sighed. The radiator clicked in the corner, I hung my towel on the radiator to keep it warm. I could hear birds chirping outside the window. I peeled off my silky pyjamas, and tossed them into a pile on the floor and put my towel on the radiator, then I opened the shower door and stepped in. I looked down at my body, "fuck" i sighed, I had stretch marks all on my hips, loose skin on my stomach. I felt fat. I wasn't, but i felt it. everyone has imperfections like this. I felt my eyes get watery. Sometimes I liked the way I looked. It's not that i think i'm ugly, because other people get worse sometimes, and I'm grateful that i have the features i do. And I told myself that, then I brought my hand up to my face to wipe my eyes.
I was about to turn the little handle to turn on the shower but then i realised. Shit, how does the shower work? My eyes scanned around the room to try and find the button to switch on the hot water. Out of the corner of my eye i spotted it. I sprinted out the shower and pushed the button. then back in and turned it on.
The hot water ran down me. I ran my fingers through my hair as i washed it. My brain was spiralling thoughts, like last night, and how I went to some park in the middle of the night with a guy I'd known for only a few hours, I'm now going on a date in a few days with another guy, I swam in a lake with a bunch of teens I'd just met.
