Forgotten

Part 32

Nichole's POV:

Over the next few weeks, things were rough.  Alexis was acting strange.  Very strange.  She was extremely short with me, quick to anger, and we were fighting way more than normal, over the stupidest, tiniest things.  It wasn't like her at all.  And I if I said or did one wrong thing, she would snap at me, fly off the handle, or start arguing with me.  So, basically it was like walking on egg shells around her.  And I was trying to be patient with her.  But quite honestly, it was starting to get on my nerves.

It was Saturday morning and we were cleaning the house, as we always did.  I was cleaning the upstairs bathroom and she was running laundry, our usual chores.  

"God dammit, Nichole", I heard her say from the bedroom.  Oh fuck.  What did I do now, I thought, not liking the tone of her voice one bit.  I stopped what I was doing and went in to see what was the matter.

"What?" I asked.  "What did I do?"

"This", she said, pointing to a pile of my dirty clothes laying on the floor right next to the laundry basket.

"What?" I asked, not sure what the problem was. 

She rolled her eyes.  "Why can't you just put your clothes in the laundry basket?  Instead of beside it.  You always do that.  And it's annoying", she said, clearly irritated with me.

"What difference does it make?  It's close enough.  It's the same difference", I said, still not sure what the big deal was.  "Who cares?"

"I do.  Because I'm usually the one who does the laundry.  And I really don't want to pick up your dirty socks and underwear off the floor.  It's disgusting."

I laughed.  "Babe, we fuck each other.  So... if we do that, why would touching my  underwear bother you?"

She glared at me.  Daggers shooting out everywhere.

"What?" I asked, still not sure what the problem was.

"You're disgusting!" she said, picking up my dirty underwear and throwing them at me.

"What was that for?" I asked.  "How am I disgusting?"

"Well besides you being a pig about your dirty clothes, the way you talk is disgusting.  It's... not ladylike."

"Ladylike?  What?  What did I say that wasn't ladylike "

"You saying we fuck each other."

I laughed.  "Well, we do fuck each other.  All the time.  And that's my point.  So picking up my dirty clothes shouldn't be a big deal.

She glared at me again and put her hands on her hips.  She was clearly pissed.  "Well you don't have to say it like that.  You make it sound... dirty.  And I don't like that", she said, bending down and throwing my clothes into the laundry basket.  And I would be lying if I said I wasn't checking out her ass as she bent over.

"What are you doing?" she asked, obviously catching me looking at her ass.

"Ahhh... I'm not doing anything", I said, trying to cover it up.

"Stop looking at my ass, Nichole."

"I'm not looking at your ass", I said, trying to cover it up.

"Yes you are.  I saw you!"

"When?" I asked, trying  to play innocent.

"When I bent over, I saw you staring at my ass.  Like a pig."

"Ok, we'll maybe I WAS looking at your ass, but you're my girlfriend.  I'm allowed to look at your ass.   And touch it and pinch it.  And do whatever I want to your ass."  Wait a minute... did I just say that out loud?  Oh fuck, I thought, realizing I probably shouldn't have said all that.