WANTED [REWRITING]

WANTED

THE MORNING LIGHT peaked through the blinds, gracing my face, and waking me up. I woke up and wondered who's house I was sleeping in--nothing looked familiar. I remembered Brian coming to pick me up last night but the rest was a blur. I was still in last nights clothes--my dress and cardigan sweater-- and my makeup  was still intact and clogging up my pores, my hair in a messy disarray.

Getting up and out of the bed, I walked around looking at everything. The room belong to a man, that much I could tell by the open closet.

There were dress shirts, suits, and pants hanging forlorn in their own sections that the closet looked empty. There were a lot cabinets and little shelves, as well as a separate area designated for shoes. Bottles of cologne that lined the top of the counter shelf, the middle had a tray of watches, and the last shelf had  a grooming kit. I pulled the top drawer open to find neatly placed different colored ties and belts. The next had lots of socks inside it, which were various shades of black.

I went into the bathroom and washed my face with hand soap, knowing all to well that I would regret it later; I had real sensitive skin that often broke out when I changed my beauty routine. This was another reason why being a girl sucked sometimes. I turned off the faucet and left the bathroom.

That's when i heard a noise coming from somewhere in the house. Opening the bedroom door, I crept out and slowly walked in the direction of the noise I kept hearing. As I got  closer it sounded like a blender. I peaked out from behind the corner wall and saw Brian concocting something in the blender. I passed through the living room and my eyes wondered over to the couch. It had a blanket falling off it and a pillow on the armrest; he had slept out here while I was sleeping comfortably on his bed.

"Good afternoon," he greeted me without looking up. I had barely made it through the living room and had set foot in the kitchen.

Brian's blond hair was messy this morning. He had on a regular gray t-shirt and a pair of cargo shorts.

He looks so cute right now, I admitted to myself in thought. I hid the smile that wanted to form on my face.