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Soon to form into big clumps of the foamy sweetness, running the loafer over every part of myself I stepped back under the warm waterfall and lifted my head up in pleasure as I felt streams of hot liquid running down my body and washing away all the dirt, sweat and left over soap. Letting out peaceful and relaxed sigh I turned the taps off and stepped out of the heat box, my feet landing onto the fuzzily soft bathmat below, wrapping my dripping fingers around the towel hanging on the rack beside me I ran it along my wet self, allowing the fabric to soak up the water that hung onto me. After getting my tracks back on I wrapped the towel around my soaking hair and violently scratched at it, attempting to removed as much liquid from it as I could, after about a minute of scratching, the towel was removed from the messed up peace's of hair, feeling the fantastic sensation of short n slightly damp hair I shook my head about like a wet dog does.

Walking out of the heated room with the towel hanging loosely around my shoulders, I went back into my own bedroom and got changed into my light grey shirt with 'BatCoon' printed to the chest and put my black-blue tainted flannel around, leaving it unbuttoned and the sleeves rolled up to my elbows, along with black skinny jeans and deep blue vans.

Tying up the laces to my shoes I then grabbed my two-loaded carry on bags and unplugged my phone from the nearby charger, snatching my keys from the tray beside the door I turned and looked at the empty house, "Goodbye. Home, oh sweet home." Stepping outside to the cool breeze I turned and locked the door behind me and walked down the front porch steps, opening up the passengers door to my royal blue Ford XR6 I dumped my bags down, shutting the door again I then walked around to the drives side and got in, slotting the key into the ignition I placed my hand on the gear stick and put it into gear, after getting myself adjusted I reversed out of the drive way and down to the street.

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After dropping off my house keys at the realistate agent and getting some breakfast I pulled up at the airport car holding unit, jumping out my car I grabbed my wallet, keys and bags, walking to the front desk a young lady served me, she had warm brown hair with some blonde in it, her skin was very milky looking and her beautiful face held a bright smile.

"Hi I'm Edie, how may I serve you today?" the girls light voice spoke joyfully as she tucked some strands of loose hair behind her ear, "uh yeah, holding for a Ford XR6 please." I replied and she grabbed out a notepad to write my spoken information down, "Can you please fill out the rest of the required details on this form." Edie handed me the pad with a chirp, grabbing the sheet our hands slightly touched, causing her bright look to be shadowed away by embarrassment and a light ting of blush crawling against her light cheeks, I slightly chuckled at the situation for I didn't care about the slight contact, it happened by accident, no need for me to get worked up about it. Sitting on one of the uncomfortable waiting room seats I wrote down the information that was desired on the paper, after filling it out completely I handed it back to the girl, "Thank you uh-" she glanced down at the paper for something, "-Jonathan," and with a smile I paid her the needed amount of cash and left for the airport.

Fetching my phone from the fabric pocket I placed my finger on the screen and turned it on, exposing the time, "9:00a.m crap! If I don't hurry I'll be late," quickly picking up my walking pace to a light run I adjusted the two bags on my back, many people and children stared at me as I entered the airport sliding doors at top speed.

Bolting and panting I finally made it to gate 5, I saw the flight attendant lady standing there impatiently, obviously waiting for the last flyer, which would be me.. Her shortly cut waved dirt blonde hair hung just past the shoulders of her thin and delicate frame, glancing at me with the baby blue eyes she held out her hand annoyingly, I took my ticket out from my wallet and handed it to her, "Thank you, have a nice flight" she spoke in a blunt yet very tired voice, glancing down I noticed her name badged pierced through the fabric of her shirt above the breast, "I will, thanks Lola!" I said happily, teasing her tired mood, running down the steps and onto the runway I approached the line people who were slowly loading themselves onto the airbus.