Letting Go

Butt Freaky Naked

I wake up groggily from my bed with Chris snoring beside me. He was also drooling, with a little bit of dried up crusty drool on his cheek. Thank goodness he brought his own pillow.
Might as well call him Crusty Chris from now on. Bonus points for me for getting that alliteration down though.

Yesterday's dinner was the classic macaroni and cheese, but it was the most magnificent macaroni and cheese I have ever tasted.

After we ate, we talked some more, then went to bed. Him sleeping on the same bed with me feels like the norm already, and I'm starting to get used to his body pressed up against mine. Sounds sexual, but really it's not. It sometimes gets way too cramped on my bed and he snores like a dragon- but then again, I'm starting to get used to it.

Yesterday was Sunday, which meant today is Monday, (I know, I'm a genius) the worst day of the week. Plus my earliest class is on Mondays, which really doesn't make the situation any better.

If Monday was a person I would flip him/her off and not give a flying potato (and maybe throw a few punches here and there) but sadly Monday is life, and life is cruel to the bone.

I clamber over Chris and stumble to the bathroom. I was in dire need of a shower. Since I was still in a daze from being so tired, I hoped that the shower would somewhat wake me up.

I pull off the hair tie that still managed to stay in, letting the tangled, jumbled up mane tumble down my back awkwardly.

One by one I strip down until I'm butt freaky naked, and I grab the huge towel hanging on the towel rack when-

the door creaks open.

And on the other side, was

A ghost.

Ah, who am I kidding. Oh how I wished it was a ghost.

But nope. It was Chris.

Mother effing Chris Hautmen.

"Woah," his scruffy morning voice echoes in the bathroom.

I scream Bloody Mary, wrapping myself with the towel as best as I can as I yell random swear words and throw whatever I can grab (other than my towel- which would be very bad) at Chris. Just anything to get him out of the bathroom.

I was closing my eyes the whole entire time, too afraid to confront the actual situation. Luckily I was facing away from the door, so all he saw was my butt, but still the fact that he saw my other cheeks was horrifying to me.

When I couldn't find anything else to grab, I scream.

"GET OUT YOU PERV"

"Um, Lily?"

"What?!" I snap my head towards him and my face drains all color.

On his head

was my bright

pink

bra

Just perched right on top like a cherry on a sundae.

"Oh my god." I cover my mouth with my hand.

I slowly walk over to Chris and painfully slide my bra off of his head.

We were both blushing red, staring at each other, not knowing what to act next.

He breaks the silence first.

"I should... I should.. Go..." He stutters.

"Ye-yeah," I gulp, blinking my eyes.

In a flash Chris stumbles out the bathroom slightly tripping over himself, and I slam the door right after him.