Mr. Bad Boy, Nerd And Me

Chapter 18 - Cool off

Kathryne Blanchard

Waking up to the sound of silence was the best thing ever. I have never heard a morning this quiet in a long time. Since my new family came, it's always a riot inside.

My eyes fluttered with a hint of blur in my vision. What I saw was very unfamiliar. It was a pastel yellow wall, which is NOT the color of my room. I sat up stiffly, not remembering a bit of what happened last night. Massaging my temples, I got frustrated when I still can't remember a thing. What happened? I looked at the room in a strange way and it looked familiar now. I rubbed my eyes before turning to my left, I saw Josh in his boxers, sleeping oh so peacefully on the floor. Shoot! Bad stuff spun my head off until I noticed another thing.

I. Am. Not. Wearing. MY. Clothes.

Yes, I am wearing clothes but the ones I am wearing are not mine. What?! I was heavy breathing. Some cold hand reached my shoulder that showed a bit too much skin than it should be showing. Out of inexistence, I moaned out loudly.

"Enjoyed last night?" I heard Josh's voice, right after, I startled off the bed and bounced my bottom on the floor making a loud thud and making it the first annoying sound in the morning.

"Wh-what-t happened l-last night?" I said in a nervously, demanding tone.

"Hey, calm down! Calm down." He softened his voice.

Calm down, ain't nobody telling to 'calm down'! I said myself.

I stared at his godly, heaven made body that showed his torso, it showed a bit of his white Calvin Klein boxers. I shook myself to get me out of imagination land.

"What happened?" I demanded out, waiting for his answer, I gulped in fear of what his response would be.

"We did it." He had a huge unbearable smirk that filled his whole face. I got nauseous on the last second of his smirk then I got up, stormed out to the next room to find out that I was still at Matthew's house. I searched for the nearest comfort room and slide myself in there, not literally.

I puked on the toilet bowl.

"Care to clean that up." I looked behind me to find Josh leaning on the doorframe with his hands crossed.

I stand up and gave him a bittersweet smile. "Simple," I said. I pushed the flush button with my eyes closed like it was not that hard but I didn't hear any flushing or slushing noise. I opened my eyes to find out what was the deal of this toilet bowl. I looked at Josh, he was pointing at the door sign.

"Out of Order."

Written in a crappy, drunk way. I groaned at myself along with a sad sigh. I grabbed the cleaning supplies beside the toilet bowl and at first I was completely don't have a plan how to clean this up.

"Let me help you." Josh insisted, giving me his 'helping hands'.

"Don't. Touch me." I demanded. This day was a lot of demanding. I don't want any of his.. Skin or his.. Boxers touching me. Last night was just nothing, right? He faced me with his 'fine, whatever' face. I managed to plan something to clean it up before Matthew woke up. Well, he is a little bit hung over, I'm sure.

I returned to the room to find Josh, continuing his beauty rest. I opened the blinds, grabbed the covers and beat him up with the fluffy pillow.

"Wake up!" I smashed his head with the pillow in demand for him to wake up. He just groaned and said, "I'll be up in 5 minutes." And continued to snuggle with his pillow.