But for now, I'm laying in the tub, still in the same bikini mind you. It's night time and this is obviously going to be my bed for awhile. Im curled up, obviously I cant move that much. If I were to turn my head, it would hit the side of the tub.
You're going to get scoliosis.
Its freezing as well. Nothing but the stone cold tub to warm me. Why couldn't I have brought more clothes? Mabey just a small jacket.
Another sneeze.
Suddenly there's a noise. I stay still for a moment. The lights of the bathroom don't turn on, but I can hear the pat of bare feet on tile. I want to get into position, holding the mirror. But I can tell they are already in the bathroom. Besides, if it is Garroth, it's not like he would notice the so called "missing statue" he is so oblivious. Suddenly, the shower curtain is pulled back. My eyes widen, squinting, as I can't exactly make out who it is.
"Kawaii~Chan? You awake?" He whispers, looking down at me.
I sit up a bit, grateful its Zane.
He hands me something soft.
It's one of his sweaters.
I would like to just say thank you, but that would be out of character.
"Aww! Thank you so much Zane~Senpai!" I force the squeal out as I put it on.
He smiles. "I figures you would be cold... you know... "
Around this time, would be when he would already be gone. So why is he-
"You could probably sleep on the couch. Irene only knows how uncomfortable that tub must be."
"Believe me, I know too." I grin.
Zane chuckles a bit at my joke, but the cocks an eyebrow.
Stay in third person idiot!
"But what about Garroth, Zane~kun?"
His face goes back to normal. Calm and casual. He might be an amazing liar, but he has no hope of tracing one that has been going on for nearly a decade.
"Wouldn't he find Kawaii~Chan?"
"I'll get you before he wakes up, just trust me."
The tone in his voice makes me question myself. He sounds nervous, and believe me I know what that sounds like.
I suddenly nod, realizing I hadn't responded.
I step out of the tub, the hem of the sweater falling around me like a short dreas. It was immensely comfortable. And... warm? Why did I expect to be cold?
You're such a hypocrite. You assume something like temperature for someone's sweatshirt, yet you still don't want them to assume you're always going to be so kawaii all the time?
I lay down on the couch, getting comfortable. I look up at Zane for a moment, hes currently setting the alarm on a digital clock in tge corner.
"In case if I don't wake up." He chuckles. "I'm not exactly the most... reliable person."
Then what does that make me?
