The Harvest Moon

Chapter nine

Running to the bathroom to vomit was not how I wanted to wake up, but I knew it would be how it happened. I ate way too much junk food with mike last night. Feeling more chunks coming up, I leaned over the toilet and vomit poured out of my mouth. Someone was holding my hair behind me as I vomit, well the strands that fell loose from my messy bun. Once I got down round one of vomit, I looked behind me it was Dylan,

“I never knew someone could get a sugar hangover.” he was grinning,

“Leave me alone.” I said as I felt more chunks reaching the surface. He shrugged and walked away, smiling to him self. But he was right, this was almost exactly like a hang over, I got the vomit, no headache but my belly hurt. After vomiting I decided a nice cool bath, to relax would do me some good. No hot showers today. While running bath water, I looked over the shelves, again. I chose vanilla bubble bath and vanilla shampoo/conditioner.

I think I’ll match all my scents today than take aspirin, drink some water. And take a nap. Sounds like a plan.

Stripping of my bum clothing, I sat in the tub, letting the slightly chilled water freeze over my body. For it being cool, I felt rather relax. But I was shortly interrupted, the door flew open, Dylan walked in with some girl latched onto his arm, “this will be our room for the evening.” he said gesturing to the bathroom and bedroom. She was pretty, short red hair, thin, slender, not Jackie slender, a bit of a butt, tall, maybe as tall as me, but she looked like a hooker. Short dark green mini skirt, and a tube top with what looks like four or five inch stripper heels. She was looking right at me. “Um what is she doing? If this is my room?”

“oh ignore her, she’ll be out of here soon, wont you?” he more of ordered than asked me.

“eh I think I’ll get out when I’m ready.”

“Which will be soon.”

“Or a hour.”

“This is my house-”

“Actually you got it with your daddy’s money. MIKE!!!” I yelled and with in seconds mike was in the bathroom as well, Dylan was glaring at me, the hooker went into the bedroom I’m guessing, “Dylan’s being mean to me!!” I pouted pointing at Dylan. Who looked at me jaw almost hitting the floor, hand at his father, “now Dylan, you cant give the room to one girl and than take it away from her because you found a new fling.”

“I’m-”

“no, this is Alana’s room, her clothes are here anyways, aren’t they?” mike was looking at Dylan, waiting for him to lie.

“UGH! Fine!” Dylan said and stormed out, “thank you mike.” I said smiling, “any time dear. Oh! I almost forgot, how bout Chinese tonight and a horror flick? I got scream four, I know how you were telling me about the first three movies. So I caught up, and went out to get the fourth.”

“Oh, sounds great, I’ll finish up here.”

“No, no take your time.”

“Ok, thanks again, Dylan is being a big jerk lately.”

“I know hon. Its hormones, must be the full moon.” he said winking at me. As I sat back in the tub, my mind was racing. I was please about how mike scolded Dylan, but than mentioning the full moon. My thoughts went to Bo. I wonder how he was feeling, I didn’t hear him howling at the morning sun this morning.

My bubbles were decreasing. The water was extra chilly, and I look as if I was turning blue. Time to get out. Wrapping a towel around me, I drained the tub and walked into the bedroom, heading to the closet. I think I’ll go sexy today.

And just as I thought it, Dylan was there standing in the bedroom. Looking at me, with nothing but towel on, even though he’s seen me naked, I still felt well, awkward.