INSANE ⋆ Z.M (rewriting)

6 - Good Evening: Part 2

"Down the hall and to your immediate right." Eric says, pointing me in the direction of the bathroom.

"Thanks." I mutter, tired as shit of him going on and on about his Psychology major. This fucking idiot invited me into the house to try and counsel me but instead, we sat down and he went on about himself.

Listen, it's not that I don't want to know more about this prick for when I take him out but, damn can he can talk!

If I can just get away from him for a second I can get a good look at this house. Find the ins and outs. Where I can come and go easily. Find a good spot to hide. Find Rose's room.

I don't even know why she lives with this kid still, I think to myself as I walk down the hall. Didn't they break up a long time ago? Or is Rose lying to me?

I turn to my right and spot the bathroom right away. To the left of the bathroom door, I see a lit up vanity inside a bedroom.

Rose's room.

Unless Eric does his makeup... and from what I've seen, he doesn't. But if he does, he must go for a more natural look.

I lean over and grab the bathroom door knob and close it shut loud enough to tip Eric off. Then I immediately slip into Rose's room.

It's quite pretty actually. It's dark so I can't see much, but the light from the vanity gives off enough light.

Her bed, against the wall of the bathroom, is huge and covered in a ruffled white comforter. The size of the bed leaves quite a few ideas in my mind as to how much fun she and I could have on it.

Not to mention the fun we've had together in the past few days. I've had her over to my place and we've gone out drinking a few more times.

It's safe to say she's completely infatuated with me. It's easy to tell by the way she looks at me with so much fondness already.

I recognize that look in her eyes. I've seen it a thousand times before.

I saw it last night in the depths of her eyes when I had her on my lap kissing me like she'd been deprived of touch and love for as long as she can remember.

What we did last night, a gentleman would never tell.

I look down at the beige carpet and it's soft and clean under my boots. The walls are a blush color. The window on the far wall in front of me looks out to the side of the house.

I will need to remember that. I bet I could see into that window and be hidden from plain sight at the same time.

I walk over to the polished white vanity. The mirror is huge and the lights are bright and warm. The surface of the vanity is cluttered with makeup and brushes. I run my fingers along the products and I feel the hair of the brushes between my fingers.

My eye catches a tall glass of perfume. I take it up in my hands and spray it into the air. I breathe it in. It smells like flowers.

The scent fills up my lungs as I set down the perfume.

I look back down at the clutter. A dainty white tissue with a pink lip print lays in the middle of the mess. I pick up the tissue and realize that Rose blotted her lips on this. The shape of the lips left a perfect imprint.