The Love Among Us

Chapter 7: Living.

All I wanted to do was take a nice, long, shower.
I woke up and now it's all I can think about. I rested my chin in my hand as we all discussed what we would do.

We were sitting around the table (the lights still hadn't come on, so we made it work with our flashlights) as the same thought ran through my mind. I even started to imagine nice clean hair.

"Why don't we just make it work until someone comes to get us?" Owen asked.

I glared at him, I hadn't participated much in this discussion this far, but Owen wanting to keep me from my shower was a different story. "What if they forget about us? What if it takes them weeks, months even, for them to get us. I bet they won't come for us for at least another week. What do we do until then? Get chronic back pain because there aren't any beds here? I don't know about you Owen but I want to go home."

Owen blinked a few times at my outburst, but everyone was slightly shocked.

I tried to keep my temper at bay, and failed.
I got up from my seat and quietly walked to the bathroom to calm down.

Lashing out at Owen wasn't going to help us out of here.

I leaned against the sink and stared in the mirror, my brown hair was greacy and stringy. I looked down at the small sink.

I had an idea.

I turned on the faucet and turned my head around.

Craning my neck I tried to wash my hair.

I didn't have shampoo, but at least a rinse was welcome.

I knocked my head against the faucet a few times, and it was really difficult to stand with my back bent in such a way for as long as it took for me to wet my whole head.

But it was well worth it...sort of.

I stood up and turned off the faucet. I rung out my hair until no more water came out. Grabbing a few paper towels I dried my hair as best as possible.

Luckily, this bathroom also had hand dryers as well as paper towels.

I bent forward and dried my hair as best as possible under the dryer. It took a lot longer than a hairdryer, and was not as efficient, but it worked well enough.

I looked at myself in the mirror and laughed. "Wow, I really look like that right now."

I ran my fingers through my hair and tried to tame the mess on my head.

Giving up I walked out of the bathroom.

Millie was the first to walk up to me, "Are you okay?" She glanced at my hair and gave a small smile.

"Yeah, I'm just a bit frustrated is all."

I kept running my fingers through my hair in a poor attempt to tame it.

Emma walked over to me and the first thing I noticed, "You are not dressed like you were."
Emma looked down at her green pantsuit. "Oh yeah, they allowed us to change while you were doing... Whatever you were doing."

We?

I looked at Owen, and closed my eyes.

I'm trying to stay mad at him, not drool over him.

But it was too late, his baggy black leather jacket topping his monochrome black outfit made me blink fast. "That was nice, those suits were super stuffy."

Emma nodded. I walked past the girls up to Adam. "You wouldn't happen to have a comb would you?" I joked.

He laughed, "Sorry but no," he tried to help me by running his fingers through my hair, but he laughed as he realised it was a lost cause.

I sighed, "This is torture. What did you guys talk about after I left?"

"Well, Owen stormed off, and Emma followed him. The rest of us just talked about nothing in particular, and then those two came back wearing 'ghost' clothing."

I nodded, "I think I'll die of boredom before they come rescue us."

He chuckled, "I'll be right there with you."

I punched him on the arm, "No! Someone's gotta tell my parents how I died!"

"Dawn can do it." Adam smiled.

I sighed, "Wait, where is Dawn?"

I counted heads, we were missing four people.
Dawn, Shae, Opal, and Nick.

I walked out of the room. I had nothing better to do, I might as well go look for them.

(A/N: Sorry this chapter was short. I promise more is to come soon!)