Flannel Shirts and Tangled Hair

In Order

      I woke up to find Olivia's arm wrapped around my waist and my head between her shoulder and neck. I looked up at her peaceful sleeping figure. She looks so beautiful. Why did someone like her like someone like me?

      As much as I hated it, I untangled myself from her warm body and climbed out of my bed. I needed a shower. To think. All these thoughts in my head had to be calmed down or my head was going to explode.

      I slipped on a t-shirt by my bed. It went down to my knees so I wouldn't have to worry about by mom seeing anything. I hope she's not even home. I don't need her walking in on Olivia, all spread out on the bed like that.

      With one last look at Olivia, I grabbed a shirt, shorts, a bra, and underwear, turned and walked out of my room. As I walked down the hall to the bathroom, I listened for any kind of sound that would tell me if my mother was home.  All I heard was the sound of my own breaths and a nearby ceiling fan. Thank god.

      I quickly opened the bathroom door and stepped inside, falling back on the now closed door. I put my hands in my hair and massaged my head, trying to get rid of this massive headache I'm sporting.

      Sighing, I pulled off the shirt and dropped it in the laundry basket by the door. I looked at myself in the mirror and gasped.

      Red spots littered my chest and one or two on my stomach. Oh my god Olivia. Do you like marking people or something? This is gonna be a bitch to cover up.

      I shook my head and took of my glasses. The world was engulfed in blurriness, and I had to feel my way to the faucet of my shower. I turned it on and waited till the overhead was pouring out hot water. Not wanting to slip, I gently climbed into the shower.

      I stayed still as the water sprayed down my back. The heat engulfed me and calmed my nerves. I ran my fingers through my hair and rolled my shoulders back. I cracked my neck and popped my knuckles.

      As I squirted my Prell shampoo into my hand and began to wash my hair, my thoughts went back to Olivia. Olivia, the one who was in my bed right now, the one who littered my body with marks, Olivia, the one who made me hers. Then I stopped.

      Think for a second. You just lost your virginity with who? Olivia. The one who you haven't been able to speak two words to without stuttering. The straight one. Who you don't even know. What were you thinking? You just let her eat you out and didn't even object. Why?

      Um, because it's Olivia Johnson. As in, the one you've been lusting over for at least a year. I mean, she kissed you first. She likes you back. But you probably should've gotten to know her better. That would've probably been a good idea.

      Oh shut up. It was amazing and perfect and it's not like anything bad is gonna happen. Right?

      I shook my head, ending the argument from inside my head.

      After rinsing off my hair and washing my body, I stepped out and grabbed a towel off the towel hanger, wrapping it around my body. I wiped down my hair and body. Then, I put the towel around my shoulders after I dried my hair a little with it, so that the remaining water from my hair wouldn't get on my clothes.

      I put on my clothes as quick as I could manage, with my body still being damp. I put my glasses back on my head and opened the door, ready to go back and see if Olivia is awake. I looked up from the floor and was met with a picture of my dad and I on the wall. I looked at it whenever I could. But there was something wrong with it.

      The glass on the frame had been smashed. The broken glass was spiraling around one of the people in the picture. Me.

      Anger bubbled inside of me and I ripped the frame from the wall. That fucking bitch. Why did she always have to do this? God. Tears pricked my eyes but I blinked them away, not wanting Olivia to see that, in case she was awake. I'm not what you call, attractive when I cry.

      I entered my room, not expecting Olivia to be up yet. I put my head face to face with the door and sighed. Leaning my head against it the door, I let everything spill out from the dark corner of my mind.

      I know Mom did this. Why does she do it? What have I done to her? I can't think about this right now. Stop it.

      I heard the bed creak and I turned around to see Olivia slipping on the flannel shirt I had on yesterday. As her back was facing me, I tucked the picture frame under a stack of clothes I haven't had the time to fold and put away yet.

      Turning back, I saw Olivia try to untangle her hair, running her fingers through it. The muscles in her back tensed, pulling the shirt tighter and tighter. She looked so calm and beautiful. I could watch her forever.

      Olivia spun around when she heard the stupid lovesick sigh I let out. She smiled at me sweetly and laid down on her back,  gesturing me over with her finger.

      I walked over to the bed and as soon as I was by my side of it, Olivia pulled me down beside her. Her hand slipped into my hand's grasp. Her hand was cold, while mine was warm. I could warm her up. I liked that.

      "So are we still going to the hill? We can spend the night tonight since we didn't yesterday." I said, hoping she would say yes. I didn't want her to leave yet.

      Olivia smiled and nodded.

      "Yeah, I still really want to." She said, playing with my hands. I nodded and stood up, letting her hand go, and started to put on some actual clothes, not the clothes that I wear when I just watch Netflix and cry in bed. As I pulled my pants up my legs, I turned back to Olivia.

      "You can borrow some of my clothes or you can just wear your own. If you borrow some of mine, most of them are just in the dresser." I said. She nodded, and stood up, only the flannel covering her breasts. As she made her way over to my dresser, she gave me a quick kiss on the lips. I blushed but threw my hair into a sloppy pony tail so that I could have something to focus on other than Olivia's naked body as she slipped off the flannel and bent down, sorting through the dresser.

      After I got done with my hair, I put on a Guardians of the Galaxy shirt and turned to see if she was ready. Olivia, now fully dressed, went to the bathroom to brush her teeth. Silently, I walked to the bag I had packed the night before. It was full of clothes, some water, and about $50 from my savings. So we can get some food and drinks. Just I'm case.

      "Are you ready?" Olivia asked, coming up behind me and wrapping her arms around my waist. Smiling, I turned around and just when I came to face Olivia she pulled me into a long, sweet kiss. I kissed back, desperate to taste her. She tasted like spearmint toothpaste. Her hands tugged my hair, earning a moan I couldn't stop myself from letting out. She pulled away, smirking that stupid smirk on her stupid pretty face. She raised her eyebrow, waiting for my response.

      "Yeah I'm ready," I said, blinking. Olivia chuckled and winked at me. I nodded and smiled amusingly. Grabbing the bag full of the things we will need, I guided Olivia back out of my room, my house, and then out to my car.

      I opened the car door for her. She got in and thanked me, grabbing the bag so she could hold it while I drive.

      As I got in the driver's seat, I looked over at Olivia, expecting to see her smile back at me but saw her looking down at her lap. She looked worried, confused, and sad. I tilted my head, questioningly.

      "Are you okay?" I asked, hoping everything was going to go smoothly. Olivia turned to me, startled. Her eyes showed fead, then went back to calm, but I could still see the sadness in the back of her eyes.

      "Yeah, I'm great." She said, trying to smile and pull it off as if nothing was wrong. I nodded, not believing her, but I would get it out of her sooner or later.

      "Well I hope you're hungry, because I am." I said, trying to dissolve the tension that the question had created. Olivia laughed, nodding her head along.

      "I am really hungry actually." She said, pulling her hair into a loose pony tail. I smiled at her, and when I turned to look at her again, she pulled me into a short, but sweet, kiss. When I pulled back, I pushed a strand of her hair behind her ear. It was bothering me.

      "Let's go then." I said, turning the ignition. As I pulled out of the driveway, I couldn't help but feel scared. Thinking of what was gonna happen the next few days terrified me. What were we gonna do on Monday? I can't just pretend that this whole thing didn't happen. Sighing, I just decided to put all my focus in driving, not anything else. Just to get my thoughts in order.