WHEN I ASKED WHY

( Chapter 26 )

Hello everyone, things are getting interesting!

Remember that special someone that i said is coming back.... That person is here! although I think you guys might've known already but whatever.

Enjoy!

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The long reassuring shower that has given me many opportunities to think about other issues I have, soothed me down. It soothed me down to a level of falling asleep, but of course, my body doesn't let that happen. After rinsing the sticky alcohol from my body i take the towel i took and wrap my body with it, tugging the ends. I take my toothbrush and brush my teeth thoroughly. But I let my mind slip and I remember James' abs which made my eyes stick out. I roughly brush my teeth and then creating a massive, bubbly mess on my mouth, i rinse it immediately.

I take one of the side towels and wipe my mouth with it, staring at myself once more. I push the short wet pieces of my hair aside and notice the structure of my face. My eyebrows aren't plucked, I've started to grow pimples and my eye bags are getting heavier. To my belief, I look like a train wreck.

I ignore these comments that I tell  myself and walk to the door, unlocking it, then it closing behind me. I see no trace of James around the living room so tiptoe myself to his room where all my clothes are. I close the door behind me and lock it, I sigh to my awareness that the coast is clear, I turn to face the room and see James putting on his shirt. I gasp and close my mouth, then he quickly pulls his shirt down and a mutual face we share and that is 'shock'.

"My go- "

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. I-I just... I- " he stutters again. Now it was my turn to cross my arms. I wait for a difficult explanation from him while I can't think of anything to say.

Wow, another incident Carrie, well you're lucky.

I squeeze my eyes shut and tell him stop talking before his stuttering causes me any more pain.

"It's just, I didn't have anymore shirts so... I came here, where all my shirts are... because I needed a shirt." That's the explanation ya'll, he just needed a shirt.

So... tell him you're okay with it Carrie! Or do you mean anything else?...

"It's okay." I immediately tell him.

"I'm sorry, I really am. It's just I thought you'd take longer and... I thought. I'm sooo sorry."

"Hey, it's okay." I give him a small smile and this time I unlock the door for him before this gets too awkward and casually open it for him. He looks down, scratching the back of his neck and places his hands in his pocket, walking away. As I see him leave I call his name.

"James, don't say the same thing too many times.... it'll lose its effect." I see the corner of his lips turning into a smirk so I give him a smile. I close the door behind me and shake my head. Okay Carrie, get dressed and forget about what happened. And it feels like the voice in my head is winning today. It feels like the zipped mouth has finally let go and is now thinking too many thoughts. Then again, maybe it's the alcohol.

So I get dressed, applying cream on my body and brush my hair. It has grown the last time i properly looked at it. Maybe I should put colour, or cut it even. But then mom... She would definitely scream at me if I cut my hair but colouring won't be a problem... at least that's what I think.

I head back to the living room and everything is actually tidy. Not completly clean though but tidy. I can't help but wonder why it does seem so different than before. Don't get me wrong, I hated the fact that the mess around me was permanent but now... I actually enjoy this view.

I look for the owner and the one who keeps surprising me today and notice his absence. Okay, so now he's gone. Wow. I head ot the kitchen and he's actually here. I sigh in relief because if there was a burgler here, I can't defend myself. The knife I had was taken away from me since he feels like there's no need for it. But i do, I need it.

I watch him get noodles from the cupboards and as he realises I'm here, he look for it faster. I straighten my back and wait for him to say something, anything.

"I get what you said earlier." He finally speaks still searching for one more nodded pack.

"Do you now." I chuckle and he as well.

"Yeah, but I am sorry though." He stops his searching and tilts his head, facing me. I nod to him as he knows.

"So... you cleaned." I break out because I can't let that go.
"Yeah, I just thought that maybe you'd want to work in a sophisticated place so I tidied up a bit." Wait. Did he just told me he cleaned up for me? So I could work better? Well this guy sure is filled with surprises because no one has done that for me and no one should.

"Oh." I say, I mean, I can't tell him he didn't have to do that or else he'd mess it up again and I can tell him he should have because this is his place. So 'Oh' seemed appropriate.

"Yeah, how's your headache by the way?" I raise an eyebrow thinking that he'd forgotten but clearly not. How am I when I'm drunk? Do I do crazy stuff like walk around naked or something? But I can't ask him that.

"Oh, it's getting better, thanks for the pill." The thoughtful note at the side made me smile after reading it even though I expected more... but he's James, oh well.

"Yeah, I just thought that since its your first time you needed it. So..."

"Wait, how did you know it was my first time?" I ask. So I definitely did something ridiculous because if he could guess it, anyone can. Was it puking in the trash? Kissing a pole? What could it be...

"I mean, it's just... when we were talking and drinking, you sat next to me and you started to twirl and twist my hair telling me you'd get me milk and so... you slept in my arms and I took you here. Nothing too dramatic, I mean... it's nothing."

Okay Carrie, recap what he just told you.

1) You drank a little too much. 2) You started playing with James' hair like a cat. 3) And then you told him you would get him milk, very catish I might say. 4) And lastly you slept in James' arms. So... how exactly do you feel? To be honest, I'm more shocked than ife ever been. He then added that my actions were 'Nothing too dramatic' so I'm guessing he's been through worse. With all the girls he probably dated, my careless act would be a good 4/10. He would definitely forget about Carrie's crazy journey of drinking.

"So... That's all I did?" I ask him, trying to make sure he didn't slip anything though.

"Yep, that's all." He smiles, standing up, holding a noodle pack in his hand, shaking it to assure me that he's got one. I nod to him when I hear a knock on the door. May I repeat, a knock on the door. I've been here for two weeks arp nd there hasn't been a knock on that for once.

Great, now I surely need that pocket knife. Who knows who it might be, a kidnapper, a murder, a thief, Scott, and we might just open the door like that and then BAM! We are all dead. James was behind me for protection although why doesn't he open the door. We give this stare off so that he could open the door but he won't. The person knocks again. My complete attention towards the brown door infront of me

I get one last glance of James and he's also wondering who it might be. I walk over the door and look back at James behind me. He nods so cloud open and I twist the door knob open and there I see the man whom I haven't in a long time. Confused that he's here and shocked that he's found us, me. Oh gosh. I'm here, living in James place. I wish I could look back at James reaction but my eyes are permanent and locked on Dan's eyes. He doesn't twitch and he doesn't move, the bag he's carrying drops when he sees me. My frozen body aches to move but it doesn't. I'm still as a statue. He is as well, and I hear no movement from being me, so James as well hasn't moved a bit.

His neutral face changes to give me a apologetic face. His lips turning ot a small smile. I blink my eyes to check that he's here, right in front of me. And he is.

Say something Carrie!

No, my mouth doesn't say anything, like there's a blockage in my throat and there's not a single word to escape. After what seems like a lifetime of stares he runs his fingers through his hair and let out a sigh.

"Hey." He says.