Bite Sized

Baths Aren't Bad

Main Characters: Sabrina, Maybelle

Sabrina's POV

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"It's called a what?" I ask, holding the powder ball thing in my hand carefully so I don't crush it.

"A bath bomb," Maybelle repeats, shutting the water off. I watch as she tosses her sandals aside and sits down by the edge of the tub before dipping her feet in. "C'mon, join me," she says, waving me over from my spot against the sink.

I look at her and down at the power ball before looking back at her in the tub. "Is this another one of Drew's ways to get me to take a bath or shower?" I cautiously ask.

"If it is, don't you think it's sad that he had to bring in outside forces?" she says. "And the answer is no, this isn't. Brandon is out with his brother and Braska is on a date with Layton."

"So I'm your third choice?" I ask, cocking an eyebrow.

She pouts and points to the other side of the tub. "Please just dip your feet in with me." 

I debate for a while before eventually giving in and sitting on the other side of the tub with my feet in the water. I hold back the groan at feeling my feet touch the water and just stare at her, waiting for her to say something but her head is tilted back and she has a content smile on her face. "So what now?" I ask, turning the ball thing around in my hand. 

She opens her eyes and motions to the water. "Put the bath bomb in," she tells me.

"Like, regularly? Do you want me to just drop it?"

"Yes, that's how bath bombs work," she huffs.

Shaking my head, I gingerly place the ball into the water and my eyes widen at the sight of purple bubble-looking things coming out and turning the water a dark purple color. "Oh hell no," I grumble, taking my feet out just before the purple color could reach me.

"Wait, what are you doing?" Maybelle asks, with a small pout when she sees me toweling my feet off.

"I have paperwork to do," I automatically lie, putting the towel back. "Drew's out doing some business with Mike so he wants me to handle some of the paperwork with the tax income and stuff like that."

Maybelle snorts and starts moving her feet around in the water. "That's a lie because I know you hate paperwork. I don't know why you won't do this with me. Bath's aren't that bad."

"That's a damn lie," I sigh, leaving the bathroom with Maybelle calling me back in but I just ignore her.

Bath bombs. Of all the things that they can do to make taking a bath more pleasurable, they chose a ball that changes the water's color. Newsflash, the color of the water isn't the problem. I can't believe she thought I was going to stick around for that. What if I have an allergic reaction?

I push open the doors to Drew's, well technically ours but I don't go in that much, office and take a seat in his chair. I stare at the paperwork that he's supposed to finish and pick up a pen. Surely I can't fuck this up too badly right?

Spoiler alert: I did and now Drew says I'm not allowed to do any paperwork without his supervision.