Stuck with a Punk ✔

No. 67.: Showering

The morning that follows is strange. It's definitely not what I expected to happen after all the bombs that I dropped on her last night. Well, to be completely honest, I dropped those bombs on myself more than on her. It was quite... revelating what happened. I expected judgement and pity, or some kind of analysis of my psyche, but what I get is a relaxing morning first in bed and now in the bathroom.

It all started when I was feeling cold because she stole all the blanket for me, which is just what women do, it's in their DNA. There are worse ways to wake up than next to a pretty lady, but I was ready to fight for the blanket, and I gave it my best. What I got from the fight was a nice cuddling session, so I dare say I was victorious in my pursuit. Especially because I got my entire body under the blanket, I'm practically a god.

Getting up from bed was a damn nightmare for both of us. We were both ready to dive back into slumber, but if we've learnt anything from being on this Earth for 30 years, is that you ought to get up at some point. And Devon is still with my dad and Deidre, so me getting up is quite important.

Standing in the bathroom right before taking a shower, I'm just mesmerised how Annabelle is still wrapped in a blanket. She's doing all sorts of stuff like from brushing her hair and applying some moisturiser, while I'm waiting for her in front of the shower cube in my underwear because she is a baby and wanted me to cover my delicate parts, as she called them.

"You know," I say as I still can't grasp why she's in a blanket. We literally just moved from one room to another to be naked, and here she is, wrapped like a priest. "I imagined we'd take a shower naked."

"We are. Why?"

"Why are you still in this Jesus sheet? I've seen you naked multiple times, so I ask again, why are you still in this atrocity?" The only one that is allowed to be in any way dressed is me, and even that only applies to wearing a condom!

She stops brushing her hair just to look at me. "What exactly is the problem?"

"That you're hiding from me. I'll literally see you naked in a minute."

"Then you have no reason to complain anyway."

I glare back at her, and she glares back at me. I freaking... I can't even.

She carelessly goes on with brushing her hair and leaves me waiting in the back, so I sit on the toilet, imagining that this is gonna take some time. It's not exactly what I imagined when she promised me a shower last night!

"But seriously!" I argue again, to which Annabelle just closes her eyes like she's a mum that is so fed up with all the shit. "What is your problem with being naked?"

She makes a stroke over her red hair and shrugs. "I don't have a problem. I'm perfectly happy being naked, I'm just not an exhibitionist like you."

"Being comfortable with my own body makes me an exhibitionist?"

"No, being naked all the time does."

I'd argue with that because I'm not naked all the time. Most of the time I'm exactly the opposite - dressed, one way or another, but Annabelle sets down the hairbrush, and I get excited that I'll finally get to that damn shower with her. I am standing in the shower cube already, just waiting for her to join me when I look at her and see she's putting her hair up in a bun.

"Not to pry and be annoying, but what are you doing?"

"I don't want to get my hair wet. You don't have to worry about that."

Except that I do?! "Like hell you aren't," I say, grab her from behind like I'm a caveman and trap her in the shower cube with me. She squeals loudly and even attempts to kick, but all she manages to do is she traps her legs and feet in that god-awful sheet to which she giggles loudly in playful despair.