*Gwyn's POV*
"Is it cool if I use your restroom Andy? Please?" I gave him my best smile, and he looked a little deflated. Weird.
"Yeah, hold on." He showed me the bathroom, and as soon as I turned the light on I flipped out.
"Gagh!" I let out a sort of strangled sound. "What the shitting fuck!" The mirror reflected a face that was smeared, I mean, fucking wrecked. Now, I am not a girly-girl, but I looked fucking terrible. It must have happened during or right after the altercation, I couldn't remember. My hair was all sweaty and gross and uneven. I felt a new level of horror and shame sink in. I would never be, like, a 'pretty-pretty-princess,' but was it really necessary for Andy Biersack, of all people, to see me looking like THIS? Why was my luck the absolute shittiest in the motherfucking universe? I tried to chill out a little. Play it cool, Hageman. Dammit.
"Um, you ok in there? You fall in? Sometimes you just have to hold the handle down a little while, it'll flush..."
I burst out, "No... Andy, I am sorry, but you didn't tell me that I am so gross right now. Look, I know we just met, and I realize that you are a famous dude and all that shit. But you seem cool and I am in serious spot. You didn't fucking tell me I look like a crackwhore that fell in the sewer-" He laughed and started to protest, but I cut him off, "- I really don't want to be seen in public like this. Like if a client sees me like this on my way home, I'm worried about my license. Is there any way that I can use your shower and a towel, please? I can give you some money for it, please?" I didn't want to piss him off, I didn't want to cross any boundaries, but I also didn't want any chance of my veterinary clients to see me in public like this on the way home. A photo like that on a social media website could ruin a veterinarian's career.
"Of course, it's not a big deal, you don't need to pay me. Here, I'll get you a towel for when you are done, and then you can change in the very back afterwards... in case any of the guys are here. Go ahead, in a second I'll swap you a towel for your clothes."
"Ok, hold on." I go in the bathroom, shut the door, and took off my clothes. I cracked the door to pass them to Andy, who thoughtlessly opened the door much wider than I thought was necessary to pass me the towel and accept my bundle of clothes. "Thanks!" I shouted and slammed it shut. I was horrified, what if he saw me?
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The story of a Lonesome ol'Jerome
FanfictionGwyn is 34 years old, a successful veterinarian. She works long hours, and moved far away from her friends to take her current job. She's profoundly lonely, and has suffered from dysthymia and episodic major depression her entire adult life. She's a...
