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After Jethro dropped me off home I decided to take a shower. I'm hoping the warm water splashing my back will relax my aching muscles. The stress from Jethro is causing my body to tense.
He's not doing anything to really harm me or make me nervous but he keeps jumping on me for Harry. Maybe he's right, no, he is right; I should be careful with Harry. But the thing is, I should be cautious with every guy. I don't know why he's hard on me for Harry when I've had little things with other guys and he wasn't like this at all.
I once dated the biggest pothead in high school and Jethro didn't jump on me for it. He just gave me one simple "be careful" and let me do my own thing. He wasn't continuously hammering me to be careful. He didn't even tell me to watch myself when it came to the things this guy was doing. He just wasn't as interested.
I put the shower on and let it run for a minute hoping the water will get warm fast.
I plug my phone into charge and I see that I have one text and it's from Cynthia:
"Won't be coming home tonight. Love you."
Pfft, if she loves me so much why isn't she ever home? And that's what I text her.
I take my clothes off and let my pants pool at my feet before stepping out of them and throwing them in the hamper.
I grab my iPod and plug it into the dock that I keep in the bathroom. That way I can listen to music while I shower.
Once I'm in the shower my whole body seems to relax at the splash. I love just standing there; letting the water run down my hair, my back. It's an incredible feeling when you think about it. So relaxing and soothing. And if you want it to, you can convince yourself that the water is washing away your problems and literally sending them down the drain. That's how I like to look at it.
Wake Me Up by the overly talented Ed Sheeran starts filling the room and that just adds to my relaxation. A slow beautiful song.
After about twenty five minutes of showering and escaping my thoughts, I see my fingers starting to prune and that maybe it's time to get out. I find it weird how our skin can do that, shrivel up. I'm not old, shouldn't be happening.
I flip my head over and let my hair fall down in front of my face, wrapping it in a towel. When I stand up, I wrap a towel around my body. I love the feeling of a still-warm-from-the-dryer towel.
Instead of getting dressed right away, I lay on my bed in my towel and check my phone. Harry said he would call but he hasn't. Maybe it's because if what happened tonight. Even though we kissed and ended up okay, maybe he figured not to. He just doesn't want to. Maybe since my sudden outrage of jealousy took over he doesn't want to talk to me. That passionate kiss could of been a goodbye kiss.
I should stop overthinking things.
I stand up and throw on a tank top, some regular plain underwear, and some pajama shorts. Blue fuzzy pajama shorts.
I get up to make sure the front door is locked and luckily it is. I grab a bottle of water, shut off all the lights, and run into my room.
I love laying in my bed. It's so big and the blanket feels like a giant marshmallow cascading my body.
My phone starts to vibrate as I'm watching an episode of Friends. The one where Monica tries to propose to Chandler but then Chandler proposes to Monica cause she gets all emotional. It makes me cry every single time.
