I woke up with a ray of sun leaning over my eyes. My clothes from last night still clung to my skin tightly. I immediately noticed the absent of her in my arms. I sat up and looked around the room, panic consuming me. I relaxed once I heard the sound of the shower in the room next to me. I lay back down on the wet bed covers and sighed. The sun still leaking onto my clothes, silently drying them out. The shower stopped, and a few minutes later the door opens into our room. She stood their, towel wrapped around her chest like a dress. She smiled and stepped into the room, dropped from her wet hair into the floor. I was almost surprised that the saturated natural hazel colour didn't drip out with it. Her obsidian eyes staired strait into my emerald ones. "Your turn." She said, walking towards me. Her hands played dangerously at her towel. When she was close enough, I pulled her into my grasp and wrapped my hands around her waist. She grabbed onto my shoulders and leaned in for the kiss. We both had the same idea. When I finally let go, I pushed past her and rested on the doorframe leaning to the bathroom. "Don't miss me too much darling." I said, slowly pulling the door closed . I saw her smile widen just before the door shut fully. I walked towards the mirror and caught sight of myself. My deep red hair was matted and I had mascara running down my cheeks. My clothes were almost see through against my skin. I pulled my thin sky blue t-shirt if my body and stood there in jeans and a bra. I had mud splashed all up my shoulders. I grabbed a comb and pulled it through my hair. It didn't help much. I took off the rest of my clothes and turned on the shower. I stepped inside and let the warm water run over me. I ran my fingers through my hair and the knots slid out easily. The water turned brown at my feet as all the mud washed off, my mind wandered. I thought of her. Her perfect shape, her perfect personality,
Her perfect sense of style, and she always knew the perfect thing to say. She was just perfect in every way. I finnished in the shower and stepped out. The cold air hit me like a wave and I shuddered. I grabbed my towel and wrapped it around me like a dress. It offered me little protection from the cold, but it offered something in the way of warmth. I opened the door and stepped into our bedroom. She was lying on the bed, toying with her damp hair. She noticed me and her face morphed into a smirk. "I missed you." She said, standing up.
"You took the words right out of my mouth." I let a smile emerge. She walked up to me and I grabbed her in. She pulled her arms in close and ran her fingers through my wet hair. I felt her soft shirt, it was a purple plaid flannel. I loved it as it was so soft, and she looked great in it. She let out a giggle and pushed me away.
"Right, we have work to do, get dressed!" She walked out the room swaying her hips in an exaggerated manner. I opened my wardrobe and picked out a white tank top, black jeans and a leather jacket. It was what I wore for our first date. Where we kissed for the first time. My cheeks light up at the thought of it. My mum had to fight me to wash it, I wanted to keep it the same forever. Like if I washed it, the memories of her would wash away to. I got dressed and followed her downstairs. When I walked out the room, a sweet song filled my ears. It was the song she chose to play at our wedding. She refused to let me hear it before, saying 'trust me, you'll love it' I did. When I got down, War of Hearts played loudly through the house. Echoing off the walls. I knew the song ment so much to her, it was a defiance to her parents. She had to love a boy to be happy, apparently. They didn't make it to the wedding.
I walked into the kitchen and saw her washing up, bubbles flew everywhere. Suspended by invisible strings. She turned as if she knew I had entered. The corners of her mouth turned towards the sky. "You better not hug me with those gloves on." I teased. I knew she would anyway as she walked up to me. Luckily, the bubbles slid right off my jacket. She let go. Somehow, she managed to grab the tea towel of the rack. She threw it at me. "You know what to do." Unfortunately, I do know what to do. I walked over to the drying up rack, her following behind. I started drying the plates, her smile was infectious. She leaned onto me, like she couldn't bear to be apart from me. I stacked all the crockery to the side, ready to be out away. When she finnished, I grabbed the material of her shirt to stop her from wandering off. "We haven't finished." She sighed loudly and walked back, grabbing the plates off the side. She put the plates in the cupboard and grabbed my hands. "We'll never be finished." She dragged my away from her sink and towards the lounge. She took the towel off me and threw it away from me. As we entered the next room, the song changed to one I knew well 'Girls/Girls/Boys' Panic! At The Disco. She was obsessed with this song and to be honest, so was I. She pushed me down onto the sofa and fell on top of me. I decided to make the first move and pushed my lips onto hers. When she finally pushed me away, we were both gasping for air and giggling like mad. I shoved her away from he and said "Let's get you out the house." I said, trying to sound in charge. She fell into my arms laughing, causing me to stumble backwards. I flopped on the sofa with her on top of me like a blanket.
