Toothpaste Kisses

Chapter 8

CHAPTER 8

My eyes fluttered and twitched as I lay in the warm cocoon of a bed that I had rested in. That was probably the best night’s sleep I had since moving from my lovely bed in Wales. This room was lovely, warm and the air not too dry, it was nice. It was only when my eyelids had opened fully and sleep had totally left me that my irises searched the room and I noticed that there was something wrong. Something was remarkably wrong.

This wasn’t my room; the walls weren’t the lime green walls of my half of the room and that wasn’t Spawn’s side of the room which she had painted magnolia and had organised to OCD standard. This just wasn’t the room I had been living for the last month and a half.

Deciding to survey the room more closely I slipped deeper and deeper into confusion. The walls were powder blue that had been faded by the sun streaming through the wall that was made entirely of glass; the carpet was a light tan and like the walls was covered in stains.  There were three beds, not two that were in my dorm room and they were spaced evenly apart with the bed I was lying on one wall, the other pressed against the glass wall and one placed centrally, between the two other beds.

Where the hell was I?

I looked around the room for anything I would recognise. And there, folded in a pile on top of the desk chair was my school uniform with my Docs placed underneath the wooden hard top. It hit me then where I was. I was in a boy’s dorm room, Noah and Max’s room to be exact. Where the hell were they?

Hearing the low rumbling of two voices I decided I got my answer and pulling the warm sheets back letting the cool air that was rushing through the window hit my bare legs I got up. Rubbing my legs, trying to relieve them of the Goosebumps I pulled the oversized t-shirt down and made my way around the corner where I found a two foot long hall with a door leading off. It seemed to be behind this door that the talking was coming from.

I pushed the door open to find the two boys, both with towels wrapped around their waists. Noah was in the process of cleaning his teeth whilst Max was flicking shaving foam at his moody, attention seeking roommate.

“Hey,” I whispered. Both their heads snapped to where I stood, a slow smirk growing on Noah’s lips whilst Max’s eyes golf balled and he scattered past me apologising repeatedly in the process. My eyes followed his retreating body with a confused glint to them before turning back to face Noah.

“You’re not the worst thing to see in the morning,” he joked as he turned back to spitting toothpaste into the sink. I pulled down on the t-shirt I was wearing and looked down at myself properly. The big, navy t-shirt hardly covered my legs that seriously needed a shave and were so pale they were nearly translucent. Looking in the reflexion my skin was an oil bath and my hair wasn’t so far off the same state.

“You’re not so bad yourself,” I commented with a smirk. I, on the other hand was speaking the truth when I said he looked good. He had a green, thick, fluffy towel slung low on his hips – the only thing keeping him from full-frontal nudity, and I have to say; it did him wonders. His bones were covered with a nice layer of muscle, not so much that you were in pain to look at him but he was not a weakling either. You could see yourself being protected against his…

Hold the phone, Jodi.

He turned and grinned at me before getting rid of the contents of his mouth. “Not as good as you,” he insisted. He brushed past me into the main room. I followed him out feeling slightly like a lost puppy. There really wasn’t anywhere for me to go, I didn’t dominate any part of the territory. Yet. “You can have a shower if you want,” Noah offered with a smirk, probably dirty thoughts running through his head, Minger.