Spin the bottle: A Jotaro and Kakyoin Fanfiction

The Morning of

Authors note: I think I have to many details and scenes in the story, should I cut back on some of it, or is it fine?

Thanks to frosch444 for helping with the chapter.
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I stare at my ceiling, feeling the cold air attack my exposed skin.

Why am I wake?

A deep growl bellows out from my gut.

Oh, the reason behind why I'm wake, is because I'm hungry? I guess that makes scenes, I really didn't have anything today, besides a "snack" at my mom's house, which were really not that good, that probably kept my apatite away.

I lazily sit up, as I bring my hands to my face, pushing my palms into my eyes, trying to rub out the sleep.

Good grief... what time is it?

Letting my hands fall down to the bed as I glare, and rapidly blink, over to my clock and stare until number become legible.

3:48 A.M.

I groan loudly, as I sluggishly flip my legs over the side of the bed. Once again I lift my hands to rub my eyes.

I guess I should be happy, that's more sleep then I've gotten in one night, in what feels like, forever.

I stand up, stretching my forearms, biceps, and shoulders. I let out a loud yawn, walking to my closet, because I know I probably won't go back to sleep, that I should probably get dressed.

I look over my shirts, mentally eliminating what shirt I don't want to wear.

Kakyoin said this shirt looks good on me.

Kakyoins' complement comes back as a happy memory, while I look at the pink tank top, but I don't think I should wear a tank top today.

I'll just change before he comes over, or something.

My mind begins to wander, as I take the top off the hanger, and slip it over my head, pulling it down past my stomach.

I look down to my short dresser, and reach down pulling the first dresser drawer open.

Wait...

I let out a loud groan, probably loud enough for someone outside the house to hear.

I've been so foggy with my thoughts lately, I need to go take a shower, but it could be-- no, not because of Kakyoin.
I'll admit I have a crush, but I can not be drifting because of him. A... crush, what are you thinking you idiot? Go take a shower.

I sharply sigh, grabbing some clothes and head to the bathroom, across the hall. I turn the water on, I pull my top off, then underwear. I throw my underwear in my dirty clothes basket, step into the shower, and turn the water on.

I sigh softly and close my eyes, feeling the hot water hit my face and run down my chest, too my stomach, down my legs. I drag my finger though my hair, allowing my hair to get soaking wet, before grabbing the shampoo and pouring some into my hand. I scrub my scalp, with my fingertips, making my jet black hair foam up with good smelling bubbles. Standing in the, hot stream of water, I move my hair so that the water hits my scalp, getting the shampoo out. I turn the water off, but continue standing in the shower, letting some of the water drip off me.