Ange (girlxgirl)

Chapter Twenty-two

My shower goes for about 30 minutes, I change the temperature and pressure multiple times and scrub all the sweat and grime off my body. I wash my hair with fancy shampoo and conditioner and stand under the freezing cold water trying to cure my hangover and wake myself up. I have an unsettling feeling in my stomach, even though I'm a little hungry I have to remind myself not to eat until it passes, I have made that mistake before. I also feel nervous to hear about what I did last night, I just hope I wasn't a dick to Miss Winnett, especially after she has let me sleep, be sick, bathe and soon, dress in her clothes. I'm grateful that she is so young because strolling around a thirty year olds house in my lingerie would be weird, don't get me wrong, it is still weird but it could be worse. I make a mental note to get Miss Winnett's age out of her.

I pull on the clothes she gave me and walk back out to the living room, Miss Winnett sits on the couch reading again, but this time with a cup of tea in her hand. There is a sandwich on the coffee table in front of her.

She smiles a little at her page and I take the chance to realise that she is actually younger then I thought and really pretty. She realises I have come in, she hastily closes her book and looks up at me.

"That's for you." She says, nodding towards the sandwich.

I sit beside her and look at it cautiously. "Sorry, I don't think I can eat." I say apologetically and point at my stomach.

"Thought that might be the case," she says calmly. "No wonder you are so skinny," she jokes.

"Oh," I say, a little offended. "I eat, just not when I haven't drank nearly a whole bottle of vodka and tequila combined and like 10 cans of mixed drinks and beer."

"I was joking," she says pleasantly. "But, how the hell can you drink so much?"

I shrug. It wouldn't be all the practise from three years ago til now.

"So, what did I do? Am I going to want to hear this?" I ask excited and nervously.

She smiles, props her head up on her arm and takes a sip of tea. "You are in for quite a tale," she says mischievously.

"Fuck." I whisper under my breath as I stretch out on the couch.

"Well, it was about 4am and I hear footsteps outside, just beneath my balcony. I was freaking out just a tad, I mean, I live alone and I don't have neighbour in the murder hearing distance." I give a little laugh. "Anyway, then the feet scramble on the gravel and the voice giggles, so I know it is a girl. They start stumbling to the paddock and now I'm concerned for myself, cause there is a stranger wandering around my backyard. I hear the gate open and the horse is going crazy. You were yelling out, "Avery" at the top of your lungs and that's when it clicks for me that it is you out there, not a murder. So, I get up, get a torch and just in case it wasn't Ange, just a crazy person, a cricket bat. When I went out there and I saw it was you, I was so relieved."

"What did I do after? Cause that is just normal shit really."

"Yeah, I'm getting there. You didn't notice me for ages and I was getting pissed, it was freezing and I had no clue you were on the verge of alcohol poisoning. I called out to you and you spun around, started chanting, "Nat, Nat, Nat," and then you ran up to me and started hugging me, real full on hugging. I was like, 'Ange, what are you doing?' And you said to me, 'you seem unloved.' At that moment I knew you were totalled, not because of your behaviour, but because you literally smelt like a pub. I calmed down and took you inside, a hard task when you kept singing made up songs about a 'loveless teacher' or 'let me love you' but because I'm awesome, I got you inside safely. Now we were in the spare bedroom and as soon as you saw the bed, you collapsed onto it, I was thinking 'oh, beauty. I can go and back to sleep now.' Why did I think it would be so easy? You got back up, pulled off your clothes and started trying to get me to ballroom dance to the 'music.' There was no music, Ange. Oh, I nearly forgot you pulled out a pill from your bra and put it on your tongue, what the hell, Ange?" She looks at me sternly and unsmiling.