The Misfortunate//b.barnes

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"It's easier to be with someone you can't love than to admit you love someone you can't have"

-Unknown

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"Wake up, asshole, we got family training," I heard Sam yell as he banged on my door. The pounding on the wood almost multiplied and doubled the pounding in my head. I let a groan slip from my lips as I shoved my face into my pillow. He opened the door and poured a cup of water on my face. I quickly jumped up and felt the water seep into my clothes. I twisted and bent my hands so that the water was soon in a clear ball in front of me. I lifted it above Sam and let it soak him. "That's the last time I'm waking her up!" I heard him yell as I put the pillow over my head.

I soon got up and walked through my closet and into the bathroom. I had set up yesterday all my things in the bathroom though it wasn't a lot. Makeup, towels, a hamper, the usual things you find in a bathroom. I turned on the shower to cold and placed my hand under the running water to feel the temperature. It sufficed so I rid myself of my clothes and stepped into the cold shower. The water made my body instantly want to step back but I held my ground as I rubbed my body with a soapy loofa. I felt the stress wash off of me as the water trickled down my body. I soon scrubbed my scalp with the shampoo and started thinking about music for no reason in particular.

"Take me home, country roads" I heard myself sing.

"I hear her voice in the morning out as she calls me, the radio reminds me of my home far away, driving down the road I get a feeling that I should've been home yesterday, yesterday" I sang some more, dragging out yesterday. I washed out all the soap from my body and the conditioner from my hair. I got a towel and began to shake my hair, letting it naturally curl. I walk into the closet and get some athletic, high waisted shorts and a white t-shirt, tucking it into the shorts. I slip on some tennis shoes and look into my mirror above the sink. I got my phone and put in my earbuds as I tried to find my way to the gym.

"You lost?" I heard faintly through the Ed Sheeran going my thoughts. I take out an earbud and turn to see Wanda. "Oh hey, yeah I am actually," I said, embarrassment flooding my senses and my heart beating faster, causing blood to rush to my cheeks. "I get it, it happened to me too," She said, her accent coming out. I heard her voice more clearly now and it made me think about how utterly beautiful she was. I bit my lip and looked down at my sneakers.

"So, what are you listening to?" She asked as we walked together to the gym. "Oh, Thinking Out Loud is playing right now but I usually listen to musicals and such things as that" I explained, sending her a small smile which she returned, making her even more beautiful. "Wow, you're gorgeous," I mumbled to myself as I looked into her eyes. Her face flushed red immediately and I realized what I had said.

"Oh, sorry I didn't mean to say that out loud, I mean you are pretty, it's not like you aren't, it's my mistake for even thinking you swing that way and-Oh my god I'm so embarrassed, it's just that you looke-" I started rambling, doing random hand movements. "It's fine, I promise, you are pretty too," She said, sending me a smile and grabbing my hands from moving anymore. I looked up at her as a blush appeared across my face, tinting my cheeks red as well as the top of my ears. "T-thanks," I said, looking down and biting my lip.

We walked into the gym together, the subject soon changed after that and we were now having small talk. "Look who's finally here," I heard Sam say, setting down his weights. "Hey, pigeon, why don't you shut it 'fore I make you," I said, sending him a glare. I heard a couple chuckles come from behind me.