unrequited ; t. brown + j. bradley

vii. mess

we made a mess
this life's a mess
i am a mess
stress

[ lorelei's pov ]

well the video simon wanted to film went a little bit like this,

"simon! you're a mess!"
"well so are you!"

"you got icing on me!"
"want me to get it off?"
"no simon...no not like that.....SIMON DO NOT LICK MY FACE! SIMON EW THAT WAS GROSS!"

"lorelei! why are you so much better!"
"because i do this for a living."

"i like lorelei's better, sorry simon."
"josh! you only say that because you don't like me!"
"you're not wrong."

well after that lets say i'm sticky and messy and tired, but i smell great.

"if you wanna wash up the bath is to the left of my room, jj might be up there." josh says pointing up the stairs.

"well if he sees me he'll be surprised, we've never met each other you know."

"i can bring you some clothes, i don't think you'd want me to see you, you know like that."

"just say naked josh, i'm just a woman not a 7 year old. you won't be tried for being sexual with a minor."

"i know i know, you're 22. i just don't want to be weird."

"it's even more weird when you're trying not to be weird. just be yourself, that's who i know you as."

he nods directing me into the bathroom upstairs as i shut the door behind me, taking off my clothes one at a time.

"oh my god, my butt actually looks good in these jeans. nevermind the top half of my body, it's unclothed anyways." i say turning a bit in the mirror when the door swings open and in comes a british-african man who i'm trying to not look at.

"SORRY!" i yell right after an ear piercing scream comes out of my mouth followed by the man running out of the room in a panic.

my hands shake as i hear a knock on the door.

"w-who is i-it" i ask not realising how shaky my voice actually is.

"it's josh, i came to apologise for jj."

i grab a towel and wrap it around my upper half before shakily opening the door for josh.

"are you ok? i know you aren't too keen and those things." he asks leaning on the wall a bit with a worried look on his face.

by saying that he means he knows about my fear, fear of sexual violation that is.

"i-i....i think so."

he looks down at my shaking hands before looking back up at my wide eyes.

"you're not, but don't worry. he won't walk in on you again, ok?"

"yeah, o-ok."

"stay there and i will bring some clothes now, so i won't open the door ok you."

he rushes out before closing the door behind him as i start to relax a little.

"it's me, josh."

"yeah come in."

she opens the door and hands me a yellow sleeved shirt with the letters ZRK | LDN on the the front and some interesting design on the back that i'm not to bothered to learn about at the moment. along with a pair of black tracksuits with the letters SDMN on the side, that i can tell are way too big for me.

and i'm right, the tracksuits go past my toes.

but it's ok.

i can't believe that's how i meet his other roommate, this is why i don't make friends.