Ellys pov
I look down into joshes eyes, regretting my decisions. His face was blood red, maybe from the lack of oxygen.
I'm frozen.
"What part of don't do anything I wouldn't do do you not understand?" Tyler nonchalantly says.
I push myself off of Josh and straighten out my shirt.
Tyler grabs his keys off the counter, "Sorry to interrupt whatever was going on, I left my keys."
"Tyler it wasn't what it loo-" Josh is interrupted by the door closing.
"Great, now my best friend really does think your a hooker." He shoves his head into a pillow.
I grab it from him and throw it on the ground, "Don't kill yourself, I need you to help me carry my bags to my room."
Josh jumps up from the couch and walks over to the closet. He begins grabbing my bags and packing them down the hall. I grab the last three and follow him.
"Your buying lunch." Josh says as he drops the bags on the floor in front of the door.
"Did you forget I'm broke?"
"Oh yeah, well get ready and we'll go out to eat. Make sure you have a hoodie on."
"Ok."
He walks into the room directly in front of mine, and closes the door. For some odd reason I can't shake the feel that he is upset. Did I do something wrong?
I shake the thoughts from my head and open my door. It was painted a warm red color, much like joshes hair. I throw my bags into the room and close the door behind me. Unlike the rest of the house the room actually looks like someone lives in it. There are pictures and posters of various things hung on the walls and even the ceiling.
I should take a shower.
I grab a change of clothes and walk the opposite way down the hall. Joshes door is still closed, I hope he doesn't stay upset.
I open the bathroom door, but suddenly jump back due to a cough.
"OH MY GOD IM SORRY!" My eyes shoot straight down to his chest.
Water droplets form and roll down his tattooed, and may I say, toned arms.
"Do you like what you see?" He smirks, before I realize I'm checking him out.
"I'm so sorry! I'll be Lea-"
"It's fine, I was just heading out anyways."
On his way out his arm bumps mine and my clothes go flying.
The first thing his eyes shoot to is to is my pink kitty granny panties. Lace, bows, and all.
"Excuse me!" I snatch them off the floor and slam the door.
The hot humid air makes my face grow red. You can definitely tell it's a mans bathroom. Aftershave and beard trimmings litter the counter around the sink. I check around the bathroom, checking for cameras.
This could be his thing, lure young girls into his house just for his own repulsing needs.
None that I can spot, I take my clothes off and turn the water to luke warm. Maybe if I take a cool shower, my face won't feel as if it's flaming.
So much has happened in the span of a day, I can't possibly wrap my mind around it.
I turn the slippery nob, dry myself off, and begin putting my clothes on.
The cool air hits my as I open the door. Josh is sitting in the living room, possibly waiting on me. I'm taking my time, especially after what happened in the bathroom. Honestly I wouldn't mind taking off, but where do I go? I have no where to go.
I rip through my bags in search of a hoodie. Why do I need a hoodie? It's not hot outside but it's not exactly cold.
I'm on my fourth garbage bag before Josh knocks on the door.
"What's taking so long?"
"I can't find my stupid hoodie."
"I figured, here use this-" He throws a jacket on the bed, "I'll be waiting in the car."
I slip the hoodie and chase after Josh.
Maybe he is a decent person.
I wonder what kind of car he drives, probably a black sports car. Maybe a red bug to match his hair.
I shut the door and look out onto the street, the only car remotely close is a white van. That can't possibly be him. Maybe he's parked it nearby. I'll wait.
Honk honk
The window to the white van is rolled down, "hurry up Elly, were not taking a taxi!"
What?
He drives a white van.
Maybe I was wrong about this guy.
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Sorry for such a crappy update!
Stay alive |-/