The Girl with the Mismatched Converse

Pool Party

I burst up, accidentally overshooting and ending up on the floor. I groan and sit up, this time making sure I don't fall off of the floor. Someone walks through my door, so I look up and see Christian. 

"What do you want?" I ask, accepting his hand when he offers. 

"Just wanted to wake you up, but apparently you did that for me."

I smile sarcastically, then proceed in getting "ready" for the day. For the few days that I've been recovering, my "getting ready" consists of putting on fluffy pants and and clean shirt I see. Yesterday,  found one of Christian's shirts...He was really mad. 

"I'm going to shower," I say, hoping he takes the hint. 

"So?" he asks, settling into my bed. 

"Leave." When he doesn't budge, I roll my eyes and go into the bathroom anyways. 

"I'm staying to make sure you don't die!" he yells as the door closes. 

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After my first successful shower since my surgery, I change into a pair of mink PJ pants, all thanks to Christian's parents. They wanted to get me something comfortable for my stay and since I wear fuzzy pants every day anyway, they got me the most comfortable dead animal pants that exist. 

I moan with pleasure as I slip them on, making Christian burst through the bathroom door. 

"Why do you always do that?" he asks, covering his eyes as I run my hands up and down the fur. "That's the third time you've done that!"

"They're so comfortable!" I have done this three times since I got them the day before yesterday...

He rolls his eyes as I brush past him and jump into the bed. When he walks out, I beckon him over and lift up my legs when he leans on my shoulder. 

"Feel the dead animals," I say with a posh accent, closing my eyes as I rub the fur, yet again. 

I feel two more hands on my legs and I open them, seeing Christian enjoying himself. "It is really soft," he mutters, moving his head down to my legs. His head moves up and down my legs, finally stopping on my thighs. 

"Let's just do this all day," I say, messing with his hair, which happens to be really soft. Almost as soft as the mink...

Christian sits up, scowling, and pats his hair back down. "Let's not."

A smile involuntarily forms on my lips, making Christian smirk. "What I meant was, we should do nothing all day. Just watch TV and lay on this bed, petting my pants."

As if to agree, he sits back on my pillows and turns on Wizards of Waverly Place.

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After two hours, we get fed up with Alex and her shenanigans. Deciding to go swimming—with actual bathing suits this time—we get dressed and meet outside. I step out into the backyard, where Christian lounges in the middle of his huge pool in bright orange trunks. 

"Why are you wearing construction orange trunks?" I ask, laughing. 

He sits up, tipping his little raft over. Once he resurfaces, he attempts to hop onto the pool edge, but misses and plunges straight back into the water. I make my way to where he fell to help him up, but he pops up and grabs my arm, pulling me into the water with him.  

"You jerk!" I yell, slapping him after I push my hair out of my eyes. 

"Well, now we're both in the pool, so I don't have to drag you in!"