Poison Ivy

Chapter Sixteen: Bubble Bath and Bald Patches

I let out a loud and exasperated groan, flopping onto my bed after the long day of shopping that had involved Wesley dragging me around by my arm, his eyes all alight with passion and excitement whilst mine had been filled with dread.

Screw Andy for putting me through this torture and screw Wesley for obliging to help.

"Damn it, Wes, I'm so tired. Why did it take four hours to find that one dress and some stupid heels that I'll probably break my neck in later tonight?" I huffed into my pillow.

Wesley, being the overly optimistic, enthusiastic and flamboyantly gay guy he is, laughed ostentatiously, and I listened, my mood rather grim, as his footsteps grew closer to me and my bed. Waiting one whole minute before being dragged by my ankles to my carpeted bedroom floor was certainly the highlight of my day and in that one minute of peace and quiet I managed to sum up that I really needed to invest in new and less fervent friends.

"Get up," Wesley ordered brightly. "I need to doll you all up for Andy." He giggled eagerly, kneeling down to ruffle my hair before standing and walking away – into my bathroom, I presumed.

"Why do I have to go?" I whined, rolling onto my back and pushing myself up into a sitting position with my hands.

"Because you agreed to it when he text." Wesley hollered back from – yep, I was right – my bathroom. "Plus, if you don't I'll hate you five-ever."

"I can live with that." I muttered, rolling my eyes and huffing as I pushed myself all the way up into a standing position.

Traipsing out my room and through to my bathroom, I leant against the door frame, a frown on my face. "Why did I agree to it?" I pouted.

"Because, silly, you like him." Wesley told me, turning and placing a hand on his hip, giving me a 'duh' expression as if it were the most obvious answer in the whole of the world.

"Oh yeah, how stupid of me to forget," I said sourly, biting my lip as Wesley shot me a half-hearted glare.

"Now, c'mon, fag hag. I'm sure if Andy were to see that pouty face he'd run a million miles away, show me a smile." He teased and I rolled my eyes, stretching my lips into a thin and exaggerated grin.

"Better?" I forced out in aggravation between the thin line of my lips.

Wesley grimaced, shaking his head. "Eugh, no, your pouty face was much more attractive." he told me serenely.

I shot him a glare, dropping my sarcastic smile as I folded my arms across my chest.

"I hate you." I muttered irately, huffing like some teenager in mid tantrum.

Wesley smirked, shaking his head. "Sure you do, doll, now, get in the tub." He pointed and I, only now, noticed the steaming and bubble-filled water that reached three quarters of the way up in my ivory bath tub that he had just twisted the taps off on.

"A shower would have been quicker." I grumbled, grabbing my plain navy v-neck t-shirt by the hem and pulling it up over my head. Dropping it to the floor I started on the buttons of my jeans, undoing them and pulling the zip down.

As I shimmied my hips out of the denim material, Wesley gave me a disapproving look.

"It would have been but we want you to be fresh and dandy for when you get laid by Andy tonight and if that means marinating in a bubble bath for a good half hour or so, then be it." He snapped his fingers in Z formation, clicking his tongue to the roof of his mouth in the process. After he finished his flamboyant ritual he sent me a wide grin. "Now wash and shave... that means between the legs, too, Ivy. You don't want to look like the Amazon rainforest down there."