Desicions
I stalked into the house and slammed the door behind me.
"Dad, I'm taking a shower." I muttered as I passed the living room. Taking my shoes off on the way, I ran upstairs and straight into the bathroom. I heard Charlie acknowledging my presence over the sound of the game. Without bothering to put my clothes in the hamper, I stepped into the shower and turned the water on, hot.
The heat was comforting, soaking through my already drenched hair – the rain hadn't been nice lately. The water warmed me, and I felt content. After standing still for a few minutes, sponging up the stream, I subconsciously reached out and turned the Hot handle down, letting a different wave of water cool me.
The freezing water was refreshing, unbelievably relaxing. It made me forget about the rain entirely. I washed my hair and rinsed it, feeling the icy, soapy bubbles run down my back. I bit my lip and reached again for the Hot knob, turning it back up. The cascade was scorching after the coolness seconds before, but I stood there with my brow furrowed while the glass around me fogged steadily.
I was on the notion of turning the Cold up, when there was a knock on the door. I jumped, and realized what I was doing. Mentally scolding myself I shouted, "Yeah?"
"Almost done in there, Bells?" Charlie's voice sounded from the hall.
"Almost. Just a couple minutes." I yelled over the torrent; Charlie mumbled something in response and I heard him walking back down the stairs to his game. I hated sharing a bathroom.
The water was positively burning me now, so I twisted the Cold a little. Then the Hot. And, again, the Cold. I went through the motions of this, always ending in the same place. Of course.
Finally, the water heater decided my time was up, and I found myself in the cold again. Not exactly by choice – but as though I had no other option, as if this was where I knew I'd end up all along. The icy water was soothing, but I remembered the balmy ease – the happiness of the heat in this sodden town. The town that, despite what I thought otherwise, I now loved. I loved the chilly, open feeling - heedless of all the green. Maybe I always had….Maybe.
I loved the cold and the hot, maybe differently, but the love was still there. And there was no way to have both at once, damn it! There was always a little more of one…
At last, I climbed out of the shower and shivered involuntarily. Without thinking about what it meant, I wrapped a towel around me and sunk into the warmth. But I left my hair wet.
A/N: So, if i'm a good writer at all, hopefully you've noticed this isn't some kinky fic about Bella taking a shower. :)
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