monster ; it.

VII

I turned the faucets, watching as the cold water sprung out from the head. I closed the shower curtains as I continued to take off my clothing, soon afterward wrapping myself with my grey towel. I then opened the curtains, feeling the water as the bubbles got higher in the water. The room had gotten foggier and the air had gotten humid as the water got warmer. I soon turned the handles with a loud squeak. Dropping my towel, I stepped my foot into the bath, feeling the warmth of the water hit the perimeter of my foot. I was soon in the tub, the bubbles surrounding the view of my body.

I stayed still, closing my eyes as I tried my best not to fall asleep right there and then. Everything that I was thinking about hadn't seemed to stick. It had all went away. Lying there, I sank to where the water was covering half of my body.

I hadn't moved a muscle until I heard a faint knock at the door, making me flinch.

I rose from where I lied, sitting up as I loudly answered, "yes?"

"The front door was unlocked so I let myself in. Where even the crap is your father?" Richie echoed through the door as I let out a chuckle.

"You decided to knock on the bathroom door? My dad could have been in here," I raised an eyebrow, my smile still plastered on my face.

I could feel Richie rolling his eyes. "Ariana, I don't care if your dad is taking a crap! What if you were being held hostage by serial killers?"

I squinted. "In my own house?"

Richie stuttered. "Well, in the Bible, God says everything is possible, so jot that down."

I giggled, standing up out of the warm water, as the water rushed down my body. I grabbed my towel, covering my cold body as I drained the bubbles. "Richie Tozier, you're the only boy I know who would barge into a house without knowing who was in it."

"I feel honored."

I got dressed in the bathroom, changing into my white t-shirt, and a pair of blue shorts. I stepped out of the bathroom, seeing Richie leaning against the wall with his arms crossed.

"Took you long enough. Jesus, what were you doing in there?" Richie frowned as a smirk creeped up onto his face.

I smacked him in the arm, leading a small 'ow' coming from his mouth.

"So, why are you at my house again?" I asked as I walked into the living room, Richie following. I sat down on the couch, lying down as I grabbed the TV remote.

"Well," he paused, as he sat in the chair across from me. He started at his hands, frowning.

After a few moments of silence, my eyes widened as I waited for an answer.

Richie looked up at me. "I don't have a reason."

Richie and I had stayed on the couch more than an hour, flipping through channels to watch something, and joking around when we found romantics that made us gag.