psychotic; jmb

chapter nine

rose's pov

joey carries me through the door bridal style. the entire living room and kitchen was filled with white and pink roses. a single red rose sat in the middle of them.

my first day back from the hospital and he does this. this is the nicest thing anyone has done for me. maybe it's because he fucking shot me, but who knows.

it's not like i'm mad that he did this; i'm not even that pissed that he shot me. technically, the gun slipped out of his hand because i yelled at him, but it seems awkward around him now. he believes that i won't talk to him or even associate myself with him seeing as though he shot me.  i'm not mad, i swear.

he sets me down on the couch and sits next to me.  i smile, awkwardly.  not intentionally!  there is no awkward thing going on between us, it's just that people smile awkwardly sometimes.

tayler walks in with a bag that they had packed for me and set it on the countertop.

"did you like the flowers?" he smiled at me as he sets his palms on the back of the couch.

maybe they were tayler's idea, that would make me feel less awkward.  not awkward, um uncomfortable.  yeah that's the word.  but that's not much better, is it?

i nodded politely which caused him to beam with joy. it wasn't a lie, i don't hate them; but, if they were joey's idea, that wouldn't be what i would give to the girl i just shot.

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after a long needed nap, i lean over to my bed stand and look at the digital clock sitting there. it reads: 9:02 p.m. ugh, i'm probably going to get no sleep tonight.

my skin feels sticky and dry, so a shower would probably be better than laying in my bed and trying to sleep. i step into my bathroom and gently pull off my shirt, exposing my gauze covered wound. i tug my shorts down and take off my bra and underwear. i grab the shower spout and pull it down till it's in the hot region.

as i step into the shower, footsteps lightly walked towards the bathroom door. the door opens and in steps joey.

"joey! get out." i scream at him as he pulls off his shirt.

he laughs while unbuttoning his pants.

"joey, you are not coming in this shower with me," he giggles at me more.

"you need help washing your hair." he shrugs and pulls off his jeans.

i pull the shower curtain over my exposed private areas and say, "keep your boxers on and i'll let you help me."

he sticks his hand into the shower and waits until i grab his hand and shake it.

"can you give me my bra and underwear?" after a few seconds his hand returns with my undergarments in it.

i put them back on and they instantly soak from the shower.

"come on," i motion for joey to come into the shower.

he steps in and his hair flattens from the water pressure.  i try to hold back a laugh as it covers his face.  he brushes it back and regains his focus on me.  his eyes travel down my body and then stare back into my eyes.  that look makes my legs feel like jelly.

i grab the shampoo bottle while trying to ignore his hazel eyes burning into my chest.  he's never seen me undressed, at least not long enough to really look.  i press the bottle up against his chest.  he smirks and grabs the bottle from my hand.  as his hand moves towards the bottle his hand slightly touches my hand and i get butterflies.  our eyes meet once more and he flips the lid off.

water droplets form on my face and slide down while he squeezes the bottle.  once he had enough of shampoo he says, "turn, please."

i giggle and turn around.  his hands massage my scalp gently and goosebumps threaten to form on my skin.  if i get goosebumps, he'll notice and realize he's in control of me.  that's the last thing i want to happen.

after finishing putting the shampoo into my hair, he grabs the shower head and runs the water through my hair.  the shampoo washed out and he moves on to conditioner. 

his hands move away from my head and snake around my waist.  he grabs my hip bones and pulls my body closer to his.  as my ass grazes across his boxers i feel his small erection.  he placed his chin on my shoulders and rubbed his hands up my arms, leaving goosebumps.  i feel the muscles in his jaw move to a smirking smile.  shit.

he soon washed the conditioner out of my hair.  we both got out and he grabbed me a towel.  i wrapped it around myself. 

"what?" i laugh.

"you look beautiful."