Huff n' Puff

{thirteenth}

The room across mine is dim and I tilt my head, trying to see-through the curtain. When it doesn't work, I simply huff and pulling my tee out from me. I look at my reflection; twin twiggy legs and arms, pale conflexion, flat chest, and flat tummy, which I kept in touch with fifteen crunches every morning.

And by 'every morning', I just meant about three times a week. Sometimes two, sometimes one.

I pat my stomach and take a big holey tee and a pair of Iron Man boxers from the kid section at Target. I take my phone with me and as soon as I enter my bathroom, I turn on the bluetooth and synch it with my beats pill speaker. I begin to undress myself; first skinnies, panties, then bra. Before going to the shower cubicle, I scroll through my music and play La La Latch - Pentatonix's cover.

Once I am inside, I turn the shower on; warm enough for me and begin singing.

***

The shower was finished in ten minutes and I spent another fifteen minutes just to jam on my songs. As I was finished doing all that stuffs, the glass cubicle is wet; like, literally, dripping. I examine it for a moment, blinking, and shrug it off. "Maybe tomorrow? Nah, Sunday works better," I say to myself, nodding along.

I fold the towel on my hair and sit in the middle of the result of my shopping; a few chips and chocolates include. I tap my chin twice and shove the clothes' bags aside, taking the foods' bags instead. I sit on top of my bed, camera in one hand and snacks in the other. I open my window and hop onto my balcony.

The moon shines brightly and I take one bag of chips, prying it open and eating it. I examine the sky and when a single cloud moves to cover a quarter side of the white shiny moon, I take a shoot. I sigh in satisfaction as I look at my camera.

A creak of a window in front of me making me look upfront.

An Aiden Walker, with red blotchy nose and flushed face, appears. He raises a dark blonde brow at me, "Bored again?" His voice sonds raspy of cold and he snorts disgustingly. I pull a face and raise a brow, "You can get sick? I thought idiots can't get sick."

He moans as he cradles his head onto one long-sleeved arm. I huff and put my bags of snacks onto my bed before leaning into his window. "Get your ass off the window." He snorts a snot and slowly pulls himself onto his side.

I look downwards and close my eyes, sending prayers to Jesus. I take a peek downward and take a deep breath.

I leap.