Warm Undertones. ~ M.F

Oops.

"Woah woah breathe Michaela, breathe. It's okay. It was just a nightmare."

I pull away from his grip and hold my head in my hands. "W-where am I?"

"In my apartment." Mark states.

I pause. "...Why?"

"You downed four shots, threw up on my floor, and passed out. I put you to bed."

I look down at my body to find I am in an oversized t-shirt and shorts. Definitely not my clothes.

"Mark what did you do to me-"

"I SWEAR NOTHING BAD. I swear. You had puke all over you. I didn't want your clothes to be ruined. I washed them and put them there." He points to a white wooden nightstand where my clothes lay neatly folded. I let out a sigh of relief.

"Thank you for the hospitality. And...sorry for puking on your floor...and causing you trouble..."

"You can puke on my floor anytime Michaela... Wait that was supposed to be funny. That was just weird. I'm sorry."

I nod slightly in agreement, and gesture for him to leave so I can change. I take this time to admire the space I'm in. The interior definitely matches the living room and kitchen. Sleek. Definitely fit for a YouTuber. I notice a large mirror hanging from the white walls.

Damn I look like a mess. I poke out of the room to find Mark watching TV, half asleep.

I guess he won't mind if I use his shower then.

I sneak down the long hallway, opening doors until I stumble across his bathroom 10 minutes later. It's again, sleek as can be. Mirrors everywhere, a huge glass shower highlighting the room. Fit for a king.

"Well don't mind if I dooo." I immediately turn on the water just hot enough to where I can still bear it. I open Spotify on my phone and start to blast some music.

The warm water caresses my skin and makes me feel safe. I take care of business, and then start to throw myself a mini concert, as most people do. Large bathrooms carry the best echos.

I step out onto the cold tile and instantly feel relieved. I wrap a towel around myself, and look for my clothes.

I left them on the nightstand.

"Fuck me." I mutter to myself as I open the door, careful not to make too much noise. Suddenly a face is right in front of mine. I jolt back, my towel slipping away from my hands.

Mark instantly covers his face with his hands and bolts back to the living room, yelling "SORRY" every two seconds. My face is hot as I run back to the room I was in to retrieve my clothes.

"Shit shit shit. Did he see me? Oh god I hope he didn't see me. Fuck WHY WAS HE STANDING THERE? Ugh." I flop onto the bed after changing.

"I'm gonna have to go back out there aren't I?" I eye a nearby window and realize I'm too far up to jump out. I stand, open the door, and bolt for the exit.

I see it, freedom is so close.

But just as I am about to grab the door handle, a hand tugs the back of my shirt.

"I'm so sorry. I didn't know you were in there but I heard someone singing and it woke me up so I investigated it."

"...what did you see.."

"W-what?"

"What did you see?"

"Oh...- Jesus, nothing, nothing I swear."

I give Mark a death glare, but after a couple seconds my expression softens. I can't bring myself to be mad.

"Okay. Well... Thank you for being so kind... Annnd thanks for the shower your bathroom is fucking NICE." I smile at him. He chuckles.

"Anytime. But be responsible when you drink. I don't know what was on your mind last night.. or while you slept... But just know I'm here for you Michaela. Always. You're a pretty rad girl." I smile back a hopeful smile as I exit his apartment. Walking the short distance back to my own.

Although were neighbors, it seems like we're living in two different worlds.