A Friendly Experiment

Wandering Eyes

CARTHRIDGE:

I'd woken up early on Saturday to make sure that Avery wouldn't steal my breakfast again.  Sadly, she'd also gotten up early, so I wasn't able to steal her breakfast.  Today is was Belgium waffles with blueberries; Dave was getting better and better at making food.  He was fucking Chef Boyardee or something.  I shoved my breakfast down and put the tray on my dresser, like usual.  I laid back down on my bed and decided to catch some more z's.  I was drifting off when I suddenly heard music start to play.  It was loud and weird.  Suddenly Avery was signing.

"Save a horse, ride a cowboy." She belted as she started to dance around the room.

"I'm trying to sleep." I said.  She ignored me and continued to dance around the room.  It was an entirely bad view, though.  She was swinging her hips to the beat of the song.  However, it soon stopped being entertaining after I remembered that I hated country music almost as much as I hated her. "Turn that country crap off."

"Hey, I like this song." She defended, setting her tray on the table. 

The song soon ended and I waited for more country to start blaring.  Instead of country there was some weird indie-folk-alternative song on.  Why couldn't she just like Drake?  Or Kanye?  I'd kill for some Jay-Z.  She was still dancing around the room and folding her clothes.  She was enjoying herself and I wanted it to stop.  I think I even saw her smile; it made me cringe.  I groaned loudly and buried my face into my pillow.

"What is your problem?" She asked.

"You." I answered abruptly.

"Oh, well I'm glad it's not the music." She said happily.  I looked at her, trying to analyze if she was being happy to piss me off or because she actually was.  I couldn't tell, until another song started to play.  This one was obviously folk music; I only know that, because I dated this hippie-chick once who always listened to this raspy guitar music.

"It's not the music, just you." I answered, not minding the song.

"Just me?" She asked, as if it were a surprise to her.  I couldn't take her coyness or her joy anymore; I was going to go take a shower. "Fine then, I'll go take a shower." She said, before I could get up. 

Suddenly she was walking to the bathroom, and before I could say anything, the door was shut.  I was too lazy to fight this morning, so I just sat up and listened to her music.  It was surprisingly soothing and forced me to lay back down and rest a little.  I managed to take a small nap, but I could tell it wasn't that long, because when I woke back up, she was still in the shower.  The song that was playing now, was still a folk song, but it was much slower.  Since I wasn't going to be getting any rest, I didn't want to listen to a slow song.  I walked to her iHome and clicked over to the next song.  It was another song from that genre, but it was much happier.  When the chorus kicked in, it was actually really catchy.  I started to hum and sway to it, because...well, I don't really know why.  It was hard not to sway to it.

I sat back down and listened some more.  However, I suddenly had to pee.  I tried to ignore the feeling, but hearing the shower in the background and the fact that the song kept mention a riptide made it really hard not to piss my pants right there.  I walked over to the bathroom door and jiggled the handle, expecting it to be locked.  However, Avery had forgotten to lock it.  I quickly snuck in and shut the door behind me.  So far she hadn't heard me, and I was hoping to keep it that way, so she wouldn't scold me.  I put the lid up and unzipped my pants.  I started to go, but as always, a man had little privacy.

"What the heck are you doing?" Avery asked angrily.  I turned and saw her head popping out from behind the curtain.

"Peeing!  Don't look at me!" I shouted.  I saw her tuck her head back into the shower.