"we already fucked, might as well get attached.", i shrugged pacing the workshop. ive been here not even a month yet, and I already found someone I care about- and no, not just because we fucked.
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"Seriously, are you okay?", he asked and I kinda shrugged, then shook my head. "What happened?"
"It's stupid.", I mumbled.
He placed his hand near my thigh and I stopped breathing. My heart just fluttered and that's all I felt. When I eventually had to make myself breathe, my breaths were shaking and soft.
I wanted to move his hand, or tell him I felt uncomfortable- but, I didn't, and I didn't feel uncomfortable...
I looked at him, his cheeks rosier then ever- mine probably not that much better. "I'm stupid.", he replied and started chucking. "I'll listen, sorry."
"I had a panic attack in the shower?", I said, yes, as more of a question because I didn't know how else to say it. "I can't be naked in front of so many people-"
"You were a stripper?"
"No, I was high.", I argued and yeah, i was still a stripper but, I wasn't me when I was high. It's like I'm a whole different person. I scratched my cold, half bare- besides the tee shirts sleeves at the top of my body- arms nervously.
"I mean, I would've paid to see one of your shows.", he said and I covered my face with my hands and put my head down, giggling like an idiot. "I'm not kidding! Unless, did you look like that deer from that kids movie- always stumbling and sliding everywhere."
"His name is Bambi-", I said stalling for what I was about to say next. Don't say it, Mari. "Wanna find out?", I smirked. And you said it.
"I got the music covered.", he said and kinda looked at me like he wasn't suppose to have said that. "Oh, you were being sarcast- ah, okay.", he rambled and scratched the back of his neck, coming to sit back down.
"Wouldn't we get in trouble?", I said the corrected myself. "I mean, I love trouble. Fuck, yeah! Danger!"
"Everyone's at the fucking-", he paused to point at absolutely nothing before continuing. "Movie, thing."
I stood up, as he already, still, was. "Got anything?", I asked, figuring not but, hey, worth a shot. He looked at me for a minute.
"Are you asking me if I have drugs?", he questioned and I stood there like a deer in the headlights- Bambi in the headlights. "I did, then someone must've took it."
"So an inmate loose with drugs. Great work, Luschek.", I clapped and he bowed. "Are we actually doing this?"
"Why not? We have nothing better to be doing.", he smirked and dramatically hit play on his phone with some music- heading towards his desk chair and taking a seat. "Let me see if you have anything to feel embarrassed of by being naked."
