Firefly Jungle

Chapter Ten

   When I awoke I was startled by the unfamiliar bed I was laying in. My eyes quickly scanned the room in a panicked frenzy. My breathing was quick, and uncontrolled. The room I was in was messy; clothes scattered across the floor, plates and bowls stacked high in the corner. Who's house am I even in? My eyes scanned the surrounding area, and quickly settled on a single framed photo on the hardwood end table next to the bed. There was a girl in the picture with shoulder length brown hair, emerald green and hazel eyes, and a piercing in her left nostril and the right side of her lip. She was gorgeous, and I couldn't help but to notice her giant boobs. They were rather large on her body, but they fit nonetheless. My gaze shifted as the door was swung open revealing a less than pleased Harry approaching quickly. The blankets covering me were swiftly ripped from my body by Harry's large hands. I recoiled in surprise as Harry grabbed for my arm. "Up, Friz!" He demanded making another grab for my arm. Again as if out of pure instinct I pulled my whole body back, but this time there was no longer enough room for my body to shift back, and I fell back against the floor. Hard. "Fuck, Friz. Come on and get up." He continued, his voice softening as he made his way to the other side of the bed where I remained a panting mess on the floor. I flinched when his hand came at me, but quickly realized he was only offering me help to stand. "It's okay, I'm not going to hurt you." He said in a soft tone, with wide smile spread across his face that made his dimples pop out. I cautiously placed my hand in his. He carefully pulled me up but I was still a little tired and off balance, so instead of catching myself on my feet the momentum pushed me directly into his chest. I could feel my face instantly heat in anticipation for what ever smart remark he was coming up with at this moment, but surprisingly enough I was met with Harry's arms being wrapped around my body. What the hell? When I went to pull away Harry only hugged me tighter, so I simply let my head rest on his chest. Considering his chest was rock hard it wasn't the most comfortable thing to rest my head against, but at the same time it was the most comforting thing on the world at that moment.

   "Harry! Harry, I'm back!" A female voice rang through the door to the bedroom. Harry instantly retracted himself from me, and pressed his index finger to his lips, signaling me to keep quiet. I nodded in acknowledgement as he gestured for me to follow him out the bedroom door. "Harry, you better not have another girl in here or I swear I'm gonna hurt you!" Just as Harry was about to open the door to what I presumed to have been a closet footsteps could be heard on the stairs right around the corner. Harry cursed under his breath and shrugged in defeat as he began to stand up straight.

   "Megan, it's not what it looks like." Harry explained. I was beyond baffled not only by the exchange but as to whom he was addressing. 'Megan' reached the top of the steps and turned in our direction abruptly. I instantly recognized her as the same girl from the picture.

   "Jesus, Harold. I can't even have one day of peace?!" She questioned in an irritated tone, her eyes falling on Harry. I anxiously began to search for the fabric of my jeans to pull on for comfort only to realize I was dressed in a pair of Betty Boop fuzzy shorts. They were tightened to my waist size, and were pretty comfortable, but I instantly felt self-conscious having this much of myself revealed. Megan's eyes finally found me then shot back to Harry's figure with fury. "She's even wearing my fucking clothes, Harry!" She snapped at him, her voice rising.

   "I know, I know. Just let me explain, please." Harry reasoned with the furious girl.

   "Thirty seconds. Now start talking." She said through gritted teeth. My mind began to wander as I let my gaze wander around the hallway. The walls were painted a dull blue, with wood framing near the floor. It looked nice. The hall had a single chiffonier that had a bowl with poulpury in it. It was quite quaint, with only a single window at one end of the hall where the light shown. I found a clock on the wall opposite of the chiffonier that read one o'clcok. Just how long have I been here?