Knightly in Shining Armor

Lukas

I woke up to sunlight streaming through the windows, beaming me right in the face. I blinked the sleep out of my eyes, adjusting to the light. Fucking sunlight.

I sat up and stretched. It was then that I noticed I had been using someone's lap as a pillow. And not just any someone. Lourdes fucking Knightly. I jumped up in embarrassment.

She opened her eyes, adjusting to the sunlight. "What the hell?" She shook her head. Her curly hair was a mess of tangles, and the circles under her eyes were extremely dark. Restless sleeper? I mean I was probably to blame for falling asleep on top of her. My cheeks heated up just thinking about it.

Lourdes cracked her neck and stood up to stretch. I ran a hand through my hair, recalling the events of last night. She'd defended me to my dad, and tried to calm me down when I was about to blow up on him. I let out a breath and sat on the chair.

"How'd you sleep? You passed the hell out on my shoulder." She gave me a smile and grabbed a hair binder to tie her hair up.

"I, uh... slept fine," I nodded. "You?"

"As well as I can I guess." She stood up and walked to the kitchen. "Fuck. I forgot I have no food in this house." She slammed a cupboard and walked to the metal stairway. I watched as she walked up and disappeared from view.

I glanced around the apartment. The whole thing was the size of our smallest foyer back in London. It was crammed full of books, art, and many other things. There were plants on the fire escape outside, hanging from the ceiling, on the bookshelf. They were around the kitchen as well. Fun. I was rooming with a hipster artist.

Lourdes came back downstairs with two towels. She had glasses on and her hair was half falling out of her bun. She slipped off her socks and almost fell on the newly washed floor. I stifled a snort. She looked back at me with an eye-roll.

"I'm gonna take a shower. There are towels in your en-suite if you'd like to do the same." She disappeared into the bathroom next to the spare bedroom.

I shrugged and walked into the bedroom to take a shower. Though the room was small, it was functional. It had a decent sized closet and en-suite. It had a dresser, mirror, and desk, not to mention a king-sized bed.

I took a quick shower and got dressed in a teeshirt and jeans. I pulled on a pair of socks and dried my hair off with a towel. I ran my hand through it and brushed my teeth. I walked back to the couches and grabbed my phone.

I could hear Lourdes singing in the shower. Her voice was sharp and distinct. Not to mention quite loud. No wonder she didn't have a roommate. The water shut off, but the singing continued. It was a song I recognized, but I had never heard it sung this way. She walked out of the bathroom in a towel, wrapping her hair in one as well.

"Well, this is something you don't see every day," I remarked. She winked and walked up the stairs to the loft. I shook my head. Never in my life had I met someone like her. She seemed so... comfortable with everything all the time. It was weird.

She came back with a baggy black sweater and loose jeans with a belt. Her hair was up in a messy bun once more, this time held in place by some pencils. What was it with her and art supplies? She slipped on a pair of black converse.

"Where are you going?" I asked as she walked to the kitchen to grab something from the door of the fridge.

"There's no food in this entire apartment. I'm going shopping, obviously." She grabbed her keys off a hook and grabbed her wallet. "Are you coming or what?"

"Yeah, why not." I grabbed my shoes and followed her to the elevator. She pressed the button to get us to the ground floor. When we got off the elevator, she walked away from the car park and to another door. I followed her, confused. "What are we doing?" I asked.