Srry this late Jane is lazy with writing chapters then my writing program was being an ass when i was trying to read this chapter. Then kept messing my upload up then i accidentally uploaded the wrong thing and all that . I fail!
Chapter 2
Jane
I woke up early that morning. I looked thru the window, watching the last glimpses of night slowly creep away at the horizon. I sighed, remembering we had a beer-loving, just-as-hyper-as-Josie, narcissistic, robot in the house. I sat up, still looking out the window, and slowly removed my bed covers. I just sat in my bed for a little while. Still thinking about the problem I left on the couch last night.
"Where am I sleeping?" asked Gilbert. He smirked at Josie and then looked me up and down. I didn't understand why he kept doing at that; I was nothing to look at. I then looked him up and down and shrugged. He grinned even more. "I feel I've been issued a challenge." Gilbert said while looking at me again.
I sighed and looked around. I honestly didn't want him in the guest room. "Sleep on the couch." I said, sounding harsher than I intended. He smirked again and walked over to the coffee colored couch. It wasn't as much of a couch as it was a loveseat. He was tall, but I was just about as tall as him, so if I could sleep on that thing he could too.
I shook my head and sat out of my bed. I remembered last night perfectly. I still wondered why Josie was bright red when I returned from Bill's place; Bill was an older college student who helped me out from time to time, for reasons unknown. I was surprised to see Josie that red, I have never ever seen her that red. I finally decided I was awake enough to face the atrocity down stairs. Walking to the bathroom I heard Josie talking in her sleep. She was saying something about how awful olives are. I grinned and kept walking down the hallway. Reaching towards the door knob I stopped hearing something.
"Gilbert are you taking a leak?" I asked. He was a robot wasn't he? How could he possibly have bodily fluids? I heard him answer yes, just in a very arrogant way, so I leaned up against the wall opposite the bathroom door.
Gilbert stepped out of our little bathroom, zipping up his fly. "Nice jammies." He told me sarcastically. I was wearing a lime green, baggy t-shirt and black sweat pants. I noticed he was wearing exactly what he came to us in; A dark blue military uniform.
"Comfortable?" I asked eyeing his uniform.
"I am perfectly comfortable." He answered. He seemed a lot closer to me than just a moment ago. I felt his breath on my face. Robots don't breathe do they?
"Well I need to get ready." I said pushing him aside. I didn't look at him when I shut the door behind me. I locked the door; it makes me feel like I have privacy even when others are here. I sighed and grabbed my toothbrush. What was that? When did he get so close to me? Changing the subject to school tomorrow I started thinking about my classes, and seeing Mr. Kleimer to discuss some hardcore music that we both liked. I really adored Mr. Kleimer, he was an old sixty-something-year-old man. He had white and gray hair and a beard that almost reminded me of Santa Claus and a beer gut. "Damn it!" I yelled, spitting some toothpaste out as well. What was I going to do about Gilbert tomorrow at while I was at school? Josie also had a few classes then she had to go to her part time job.
"Jane, are you alright?" I heard Josie lightly tap on the door.
"I'm fine, I just forgot about something. Sorry if I woke you."
"It;s fine Jane. I'm going to get some breakfast. You want anything?" she asked.
I said "No I'm not much of a breakfast person." I heard her footsteps walk away from the bathroom. I sighed and picked my toothbrush back up. All of a sudden I heard one of Josie's signature EEEEEKS. I dropped my toothbrush onto the counter top and basically sprinted downstairs. I immediately knew what was wrong. Gilbert was only wearing a pair of sweatpants, no shirt, and he was lounging on the couch.
"Put some clothes on!" exclaimed Josie. I stared at Gilbert. He was wearing MY sweatpants. That means he went into MY room and stole them.
"Don't get your panties in a bunch" Gilbert grinned. I stomped down past Josie to the couch. I looked at Gilbert and gave him that look; you know, the You Better Fix What You Did 'Cause I'm Pissed. "What's wrong Toots?" he questioned me.
"Screw you" I said. He grinned lazily. "Get my pants off, now." I ordered him.
"Right now?" he asked, sliding the sweats off. He wasn't wearing boxers.
"No, you bastard; Go change into your other clothes." I said coldly. He sat up and grabbed my arm. He pulled me down to face level.
"You don't treat your guests to well." I could hear the venom in his voice. I tried to pull away but he was strong. I gave him a glare.
"You're not a guest," I said harshly, "more like an intruder." He let go of my arm and I walked away.
"Bitch, you're the one who ordered me, and you call me the intruder." I turned and smacked him. It hurt like hell, but I could tell he was shocked.
"I've been called worst than that, and I did not order you. Why would I order someone like you? I'm sure you can't do anything right. I wish you would just go back to the factory you came from." I was cold, trying to be hurtful. I walked towards the stairs and didn't look back. "I'm going to take a shower" I said.
I walked up the stairs to my room and looked for a pair of clothes I could wear. I decided on a pair of cutoffs and a black top. I stomped to the bathroom, still furious, and slammed the door when I went in. I made sure my towel was still hanging up and leaned in to turn on the shower. I always take extremely hot showers but today I decided to take a cold one. After adjusting the temperature of the water I began to strip. I looked into the mirror, partly because I was somewhat vain and partly because I wanted to know why Gilbert kept looking at me. I was stacked. I really was I already knew my breasts were huge. I still didn't understand though because my face is plain almost boyish. I was tall but I didn't have the best legs, my thighs were too large. I sighed and stepped into the shower.
I could hear Josie talking down stairs, she was so loud. I could also hear Gilbert, his voice bellowed with a thick German accent. Why did this happen? I didn't want to be mean, I didn't want to be friends, but not mean and hateful. Whatever, screw him. I took my shower and tried to think about other things.
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