Limp

Chapter Five

Chapter 5

I woke up around noon the next day, thank god its Saturday. I yawned and got up at my bladders persistence. I was headed to the bathroom when I stopped in the hallway unsure of what one was the bathroom. Last night, when Amber brought me up here, I really wasn't paying that much attention. All the doors were the same, and all of them were shut. I glanced around uneasily. Crap. I picked one at random and discovered it was Ambers room, I looked around and saw that she wasn't in it, so I couldn't just ask her. Okay not that one. I picked the one next to it, and found that it was a closet. Now my bladder was screaming at me. I opened the next door and it revealed a huge bathroom. Thank you Jesus! I was halfway to the toilet when I noticed the water in the shower was running. Shit! I really hope that's Amber.

"Amber?" I asked in a hushed tone.

I heard a squawk and then a voice that was definitely not ambers reply, "Um, no."

By this point I was basically hoping up and down trying to suppress my urge to pee. Crap!

"Then can you tell me where the hell another bathroom is?" I asked in panic.

I heard a rather flustered noise, then my resolve vanished. "Never mind, don't look." I hopped to the toilet and relieved myself. Oh my God, that was definitely the most gratifying and longest pee I have ever taken.

Then I became aware at what I had just done. Oh my god. Did I really just pee in front of someone? I was so mortified that I forgot that I might scold the stranger, and flushed the toilet. I heard the deep squawk again as the temperature must have spiked and surprised my victim. Before I had time to look away, the shower curtain opened and a guy jumped out, his arm wind-milling so fast that it almost looked cartoonish.

If it wasn't so embarrassing I might have been rolling on the floor, dying of laughter. The guy flailed around for a moment reaching for a towel to hide his......junk.

I just stood there, my hand over my mouth, eyes opened wide, when the stranger turned up his head. And I realized it wasn't a stranger at all. It was Chris. His hair was all soppy and looked like a bubble afro on top his head. His face was one of complete and utter horror.

Behind my hand, a noise filled the room. I didn't even know what it was till it got louder, and my shoulder started shaking. I was laughing uncontrollably at Chris's horrified expression, then I pictured his arm flailing like a cartoon, and laughed even harder. His face was frozen in shock then he cracked a smile and started laughing along with me. In about two seconds we were both on the floor laughing uncontrollably. That's how it was, him in nothing but a towel, the shower still running, both of us laughing so hard we couldn't breath when an elderly women, probably late thirty's, brown hair, brown eyes and light brown skin, opened the door with a frown on her face, clearly confused.

She eyed Chris suspiciously, because he was only in a towel then turned her gaze my way and the suspicion was even more evident.

"Um," I started to say, but she just rolled her eyes shook her head and rattled off something in Spanish while shutting the door and walking away.

"That's Rosa," Chris said after an awkward pause.

I got up and said, "well I'll let you get back to your shower," then I spun back to the door and headed out.

Oh my gosh. I, just, wow. I didn't know weather to be mortified, embarrassed or shrug it off and laugh.

I found Amber in the kitchen, eating an omelet, when I went down stairs. She looked like she just got up too, with bed head and red wrinkle line on her face from her pillow.

"Morning," I said to her when I got to the table. On the table was another two plates with omelets on them, both still steaming.

"Hey, good morning." she say with a bright smile. "Rosa made you breakfast, an omelet with cheese and ham, hope that's okay with you." She sounded kind of nervous like she was afraid I was going to yell at her something.

"This is fine, I would have even been fine if it were cereal." I teased while sitting down.

She seemed to relax and start eating again. I took a cautious bite and had to bit back a moan. Way, way, way better then cereal. I inhaled about half of it when Chris decided to saunter down the stairs, and into the kitchen. When he saw me he blushed a little bit and grabbed the other plate that was sitting on the counter next to mine.

"Morning," he mumbled and started shoving food down his throat. He looked over at me, and then I saw him back in the bathroom all over again and started to giggle.

"Morning." I got out before another fit of the giggles hit. This is so weird, I was never a giggly girl, but now it's like I was born for the job.

Chris's face turned another shade of pink, as he cracked a smile at me. I looked over at Amber to see a very confused look on her face.

"What have you two been up to this morning?" she asked.

"Um," I looked over at Chris for a little help, but I didn't need to reply, someone already beet me to it.

"I found these to in the bathroom this morning laughing there heads off while Mr. Christopher was only in a towel," said a thick accented voice. It was her, Rosa, the one who walked in on us this morning. Now it was my turn to blush.

"And why, might I ask, were you two in the bathroom together with Chris only in a towel?" Amber asked looking from her brother to me.

"Um, I had to pee really, really bad and I forgot where the bathroom was. After, like, ten minutes of searching I found it. I realized the shower was running when I was almost to the toilet, I asked if it was you and when it wasn't I put my modesty aside because if I didn't I would have exploded. And, well, I accidentally flushed then Chris jumped out like a bat out of hell-"

Under his breath Chris muttered, " that water was trying to burn me alive."

"- and well, it was really funny." I finished lamely.

Amber smiled, and said the totally unexpected, "I've never heard you laugh before, so if it takes my brother acting like a dork, then.." she shrugged and laughed to herself.

Chris glared at her in mock outrage, " I don't act like a dork, how dare you! Don't think you can get away with this, peasant."

Amber played along, feigning innocence, "oh dear sweet noble brother I am so sorry for upsetting you. Tell me what shall I do to make it up to you?"

Chris sniffed, and stuck up his nose. "You can start by getting me a glass of orange juice I suppose."

Amber laughed and said, "Get it yourself you big dork."

"To the dungeon!" Chris yelled. " I shall have your head!"

I looked at the two of them, joking and laughing with each other, it reminded me strangely of the time before my dad died, when me and my mom were that comfortable with each other. When she actually cared enough to have a conversation with me. I would have never expected to find such heart felt banter with Chris, the skater boy punk that goes to my school. But I can tell that he loves Amber, and would do anything to protect her.