Searching For Sawyer

||12|| Attempting Death

- I hope the title isn't too dramatic ;)

Chapter 12

When I woke up Cabe was gone. Judging by the slightly warm and ruffled space next to me, he hadn't left too long ago. I drowsily attempt to remember our latest impromptu midnight meeting , scanning through all the possible things I could have brought up. Drawing a blank, I shrug my shoulders, my mind clearly not up for the task of remembering śhît right now.

I stand up, itching to get some caffeine in me before my mind itself collapses. I sluggishly drag my feet towards the kitchen, and- being me, before I can make it five steps past the bedroom door, I trip over my own feet, somehow. I land on the,(luckily carpeted) floor, giving out a squeak as my butt takes most of the impact.

I look down at myself, still slightly shocked about just how clumsy that whole ordeal was. My legs are almost on full display, thighs included, and to make matters even better, the shirt I'm borrowing has ridden almost all the way down. I'm now slightly fortunate about that, admittedly pitiful, fall, as due to my intangible lust for coffee, I would have waltzed into the kitchen looking like a worn out prostitute.

I retreat back to the bedroom as quickly as possible and lock myself into the attached bathroom. It's only then that I notice the small pile of clothes Cabe must have left for me. I take a closer look at the clothing and am stunned to find the outfit to be distinctly girly. As in not his clothes. As in some other girls clothes. Specifically, and quite possibly a hook up. That thought causes a slight burn in the bottom of my stomach. For some inexplicable reason I'm angry at that, that idea of him being with some girl. Eurgh, I think I might be jealous. And most definitely more than slightly disgusted at the thought of having to wear some random girls clothes.

But I guess it's better than constantly wearing Cabes way too big for me shirts and sweats. That and it seems to be clean, I mean it does smell like laundry detergent. All in all, it seems to be the more logical decision, but still.

Putting the jeans and shirt in a covered area so it doesn't get completely soaked by the water, I shrug off Cabe's large shirt and jump in the steaming shower. The hot water pounds down onto my pale skin, and I close my eyes, taking a moment to relax, before grabbing the shampoo and scrubbing my hair thoroughly.

Sadly, Cabe only has shampoo, so I'm left with no aid in combing my obnoxiously thick hair. At this point in time tangles are rapidly becoming the bane of my existence. Once I'm done wrestling my locks, I begrudgingly put on the clothes given. Once done I decide to brave it and take a look in the mirror. The first thing I notice is that my skin is a tone paler than usual. Dark bags also hang under my eyes, my lack of sleep clearly taking its toll. My dark brown eyes are slightly duller than before (hardly surprising), though as I look closer I notice a red twinge in my cheeks. At least I don't look completely lifeless.

Once done mourning over my reflection, I traipse out of the bathroom and make my way to the kitchen. The threadbare carpet digs between my bare toes, as the sound of sizzling becomes more and more obvious. I enter the kitchen, instantly spotting Cabe lolling around the counter, seeming to be lost in his thoughts. I cough lightly, trying to grab his attention. His dark blue eyes meet mine, and a slight smile graces his face. I bite my lip in response, suddenly feeling awkward as I stand in the doorway.

"Sleep well?" his deep voice asks me, a slight smirk now replacing his smile. His smirk unsettles me, quickly making me more than slightly worried about what may have happened last night.

I give him an odd look in response, slowly nodding, whilst desperately trying to make my brain think. Did I say anything last night? Did we...I stop myself, of course we didn't. I mean surely I would feel kind of sore, after all I haven't actually gone all the way before.