The Unconventional Ways Of Casey Jayne

Oh, So New York'ers Aren't All Pricks?

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Chapter 4- Oh, So New Yorkers Aren't All Pricks?

That morning I woke up feeling as if I had been strung up by my toes and beaten with a potato sack full of bricks.

I realized why rather quickly.

I was in the bathtub. I had fallen asleep in an empty bathtub with a towel over my for warmth and a bottle of conditioner cuddled into my arms.

I honestly had no clue what happened last night, but it felt like some sort of revised version of Jim Morrison's death, minus the heart failure.

I groaned irritably, twitching my muscles, forcing them to move. My arms worked themselves out of their position first and I dropped the bottle out of my grasp and pushed the towel away from me. I attempted to arch my back in a stretch and failed miserably as I winced from the pain.

I honestly have no idea how I ended up in this bathtub. At all.

And now, it wasn't some crazy night of partying. I had literally fallen asleep in my bed after my family had finished the night off with The Doors movie and some Chinese food.

I know Mom and Dad didn't get me drunk. That would just be weird.

I frowned, scratching my head.

Maybe they did. They were pretty weird.

I shook my head, ending my mental debate as to whether or not my parents shoved a bottle of vodka down my throat.

Nah, I don't think I have enough of a headache for a hangover.

I can't honestly say I've ever been hungover though, so who knows.

After a good eight or nine minutes of growling and twitching I got out of the tub and started up the hot water. With my clothes on.

I grunted in annoyance again after that bit of realization and tore my shirt off along with my shorts. I ignored the bra and underwear because my muscles were in too much pain for that much movement.

I showered slowly and very painfully, happy that I at least had the decency to set up my shower with soap and hair products over the time period of moving in. Maybe that was what I was doing last night. I must of gotten up in the middle of the night worried about my hair products (Suave). I probably just collapsed and fell asleep in the tub. Made perfect sense. I know when I was younger I had had a habit of sleep walking, so maybe that was just making a little return. I scrubbed my greasy hair with coconut scented shampoo and conditioner, trying not to hate life. And really, it is definitely hard to hate life when you're surrounded by the smell of coconut. It's so warm and sweet and it makes me think of pie...

I scrubbed my body with my peppermint scrub that smelled like angels. Honestly, it's cool and delicious with the perfect supply or sweetness. Angelic really.

And yes, I am as cliche as to say that the hot water worked miracles because that is what hot water is. A miracle.

I climbed out of the shower after much wasted time and crawl back into my room, gazing dreamily at my comfy looking queen sized bed. Why could I not just crawl into it and count those wonderfully fluffy sheep? I mean sheep rule. They're adorable, especially in that Wallace and Gromit show. They were just too cute!

But none-the-less I simply grew a pair and turned to one of my many unpacked boxes and rifled through my T-shirt collection in search of a shirt and some comfy jeans.

Maybe ones that at least made my butt look cute.

I found a quarter sleeve Billy Joel-The Nylon Curtain t-shirt and smiled lamely. This was perfect, it was still reasonably becoming because it wasn't a sweatshirt, but I wasn't being a try-hard wearing a dress or something weird like that (I bet Mom wished I would wear a dress...so does Dad). I switched out my soaking wet sports bra for a white and baby-blue striped push up bra (there wasn't much being pushed up, but it did help a tiny bit) and a tight fitted white cami. I pulled the Nylon Curtain shirt over my head and straightened it happily. It was so soft and comfy. I grabbed a pair of dark jeans and pull them up to reveal that butt did look pretty great. I spray myself with Peppermint perfume happily. It was my Winter scent and I had simply waited far too long for cool enough weather to pull it off.