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chapter 10: hello mum

chapter 10: hello mum

He retches a few times in the loo, and I have my shirt over my nose to filter out the nasty smell as I flush for him. James brushes his teeth and Tristain tucks him in while I go shower. The scent of throw up stinks my poor clothing.

I like feeling clean. I hum to myself and decide to wear something proper, instead of Dad's large shirts that fit like dresses on me. I have Indian nighties of colourful fabric. They're the best! But I'm still kind of competetitive and decide to tease Tristain by wearing a skimpy nightie made of pink and white lace. I let my drying hair loose and I let my bathrobe hang off of me instead of putting it on properly.

"Are you sleeping in James' room tonight?" I say as I walk out. He answers my question by settling into the sleeping bag on the ground.

I turn on the light and kick him.

"Tristain, you're not sleeping on the ground! This is deja vu, get out! The sleeping bag is mine"

"Ugh"

"Up!"

"Nooo, I'm so sleepy"

I take one end of his sleeping bag and wiggle it till he slides out. Tristain looks adorable with his eyes scrunched shut, his hair choatically tossed and his face pulled into a pout. He carefully opens his eyes, squinting in the light. Then he sees me and I force a poker face.

Ignoring him, I slide off the bathrobe and toss it in the bathroom before bending over and grabbing his arm. I had forgotten that when one bends over wearing this type of clothing, the other person can see down her shirt.

Shit, I forgot.

Tristain's eyes fix on my chest.

"Oi!" I snap, "No looking! Now get into bed"

He blushes and looks back up at my face, astonished and obediently he climbs into bed. God, I was going to tease him but I ended up acting like a...a slut!

I quickly slip into the sleeping bag, which is all warmed up for me, and use my little remote to turn off the lights.

"Goodnight Tristain"

"Oh no you don't" I hear him get up and then I'm being hoisted into the air. Before I can yell, I'm already plopped onto the bed, sleeping bag and all.

"You can still sleep in the sleeping bag, just not on the floor"

"Clever" I say smiling. "Thanks"

We go to sleep but I suddenly get hot. After all, this is James' camping bag where they sleep in frigid night temperatures in the outdoors. Of course it's got to keep one warm. I turn on the bedside lamp and wiggle out of it, too lazy to find the zipper for it.

Tristain wakes up and turns around (for his back had been facing me) and his eyes widen. What's he looking at?

Oh.

I remind myself to wear a bra next time, or at least wear my normal nighties. My bristols are literally falling off the lace collar. All that wiggling messed the nightie up. Brilliant. I've humiliated myself.

Tristain's POV

I wake up to her ruffling up the sheets. She's trying to get out of the sleeping bag, I notice, and she sweats while she's at it. Haha!

Oh. I stop laughing when I notice her chest. God, I feel like a pedophile but I can't stop looking. She's beautiful, I've known that. But the last time I saw the bare skin of her chest, she didn't even have one. It had looked like a little boy chest, but now....wow.