Pipers POV
I wake up to the irritating vibration of my phone signalling that someone is trying to call me. I look at my phone and the brightness of the screen causes me to squint. My eyes slowly adjust to the brightness and I see that Polly is calling. I slide my thumb across the screen to answer.
"Hey Pipes!" Polly all but seemed to shout down the phone.
"Hey Pol, what time is it?" I croak out as I get out of bed and go into the kitchen to pour myself a glass of water.
"It's 10:30, have you just woke up?" Polly asked surprised.
"Yeah," I reply before taking a drink of my water which feels oh so refreshing as it goes down my throat.
"I'm sorry I left without saying bye last night, Pete was eager to get me home," she says with a giggle to which I roll my eyes. "What happened last night after I left?"
"Well I went back to the bar to get another drink and..." A smile takes over my face as I think of Alex.
"And what? Did you meet a guy or something?" Polly asks like an excited child.
Not being able to keep anything from my best friend, I explain, "Firstly, no, I did not meet a guy... I went to the bar to get another drink. When it arrived I felt a tap on my shoulder and I assumed it was you but obviously, when I turned around, it wasn't. Do you remember the singer in the band from last night - Alex?"
"Yes," Polly replies quickly, clearly eager for me to continue relaying the events from last night to her.
"Well it was her. We talked a little, had a couple of drinks and she walked me home... And we exchanged numbers. And oh shit we're meeting today! What the hell am I supposed to do? We both know intoxicated Piper and sober Piper are two very different people! What if I do my nervous ramble thing? What if she thinks I'm an idiot? Am I supposed to invite her in or just hand over her jacket -"
"Aww, she gave you her jacket, that's so cute!" Polly interrupts me, ignoring all of my questions. "Wait, do you like her Pipes?!" She asks, her tone getting higher with every word.
"Of course not! I only met her last night! I mean, she's beautiful and really hot but I'm not even her type. I don't even know her!" I immediately defend myself.
"Right" Polly replies, drawing out the word. "What time is she coming over?" She questions.
"One o'clock." I reply feeling a mixture of nervous and excited.
"Listen, it'll be fine Pipes, okay? Just stay calm. Ask her if she wants to come in for a drink or something - what's the worst thing that can happen? That she says no, right? At least you can say you tried. I gotta go, Pete is becoming impatient. It'll be fine, sorry Pipes, bye" She quickly concludes before ending the call before I can say another word.
I make myself some toast and put some music on my stereo which allows me to play music in every room - the pros of coming from an upper class family. I wonder around my flat to see if there's anything that I need to tidy or clean. Unsurprisingly I don't which is probably due to the fact I'm a little OCD with cleaning and tidying. I turn my music up loud as I eat my toast. When I'm done, I go into my bedroom and open my big walk in wardrobe. I scan my eyes over the various items of clothing that I have. I don't want to look like I'm trying but I also don't want to look like I can't be assed... I decide on some dark blue, faded, skinny jeans and a loose, burgundy, long-sleeved top.
I get in the shower and let the warm water flow over my body. When every hair on my head is wet, I squeeze a generous amount of shampoo into my hand before massaging it into my scalp so every piece of hair is covered. I leave it on my hair whilst I put some face scrub on my face and then rinse the face scrub and shampoo off. Whilst I do so, I allow myself to daydream about Alex. The raspy, sultry tone to her voice, her soft hands, her confident smirk, her bright green eyes with a mixture of mystery, confidence and playfulness, her oh so long legs, the tattoos on her arms... I haven't been able to stop thinking about her since last night, it's crazy! With that thought, I realise I should get a move on because I probably don't have long till she's here. I quickly put some conditioner on my head, lather my body with soap, shave and then wash the soap and conditioner off before getting out of the shower.
I look at the time when I get out of the shower and see I have about an hour until she's here. I towel dry my hair a little and then leave it to dry naturally. I put a little lip gloss on and then proceed to get changed into my clothes which I'd laid out before my shower.
I wonder to my front door and look at my flat. My parents bought it for me when I was 20 knowing I was desperate to move out but I couldn't afford a place of such a high standard - and of course, the daughter of Carol and Bill Chapman couldn't live in a standard flat, that would be considered a disgrace! The front room is to the left as you walk through the front room. The front room consists of two black sofas, a coffee table, a lamp and a 60 inch, flat screen TV. Then to the right of the front door, there's the kitchen that has an island in the middle that you can sit up to - all the surfaces are black and white marble. In the kitchen, there's a cooker, microwave, kettle, fridge-freezer, sink and many cupboards to store various cooking utensils. Down the corridor and to your left there's a large bathroom and on the right there's my bedroom which, like the rest of the house, is black and white. In my room I have my super king size bed, two bedside tables with a lamp on each, a 48 inch flat screen TV, a canvas of an elephant with a mandala print in it and my walk in wardrobe.
I fall onto my sofa and listen to the music still playing through my speakers. I know I'm privileged. But it's not as great as some people may think. Materialistic things don't mean much to me. What really matters is having someone care about you and love you and being proud of you - that's the one thing I really want but don't have. My whole life, I've never felt that. My parents aren't the sort of people who show love and adoration to their children. I've always been forced to be this good girl and abide by the rules. I've always tried to be perfect for them but it's not enough. It's never enough. I don't really have anyone. My parents aren't happy with the fact I work in a Café, my brothers are busy and Polly has Pete now. All the materialistic stuff and money means nothing really.
I look at my phone I see I have a text from Alex which immediately brings a smile to my face: 'Hey Pipes, I'll be with you in 10 minutes. Try to keep yourself under control - I know it's hard ;)'
I chuckle and roll my eyes at the text - then I realise that the text was sent ten minutes ago. No sooner that I realise this, there's a knock at my door. I stand up, turn off my music and walk to the door. I put my hand on the door handle and open it.
Alex's POV
"Hey Pipes," I say before letting my eyes drink up the woman in front of me. At the same time as I'm letting my eyes wonder over her, I notice she's doing the same to me - I'm wearing a pair of dark blue denim jeans, a tank top, my combat boots and a black jacket. As I cough to get Piper's attention she goes bright red.
"Sorry. I was, I mean, I was just... Sorry... Hey..." She managed to say with great difficulty. "Would you like to come in?" She asked hesitantly.
"Sure," I reply with a smile.
As I walk in I'm hit with the view of a flat that's screaming 'I'm from an upper class family'. I must admit though, it's an amazing place - I'd have to work two life times to get a place like this.
"Nice place," I comment.
"Thank you, take a seat. Would you like a drink?" She offers.
"Sure, can I get a water please." I reply.
I take a seat on the biggest sofa as she gets us both a drink. I can't help but stare at her ass as she goes to do so - it's an amazing view.
When she comes back over, she hands me my water which I take a sip of before placing it on the table.
"So... Erm... How was your evening?" She asks awkwardly.
I chuckle. "It was good thanks. I met this blonde and damn - she's hot" I reply flirtatiously with a wink which makes her go bright red and fiddle with her sleeves. "I make you nervous, don't I?" I question with a smirk.
As soon as the words leave my lips she looks like a dear caught in headlights and does a sort of an impression of a fish before finally saying, "no, of course not."
I laugh and move a little closer to her and put my mouth to her ear and whisper, "you're a bad liar, Pipes." As I whisper the words into her ear, I can see the pulse in her neck go to work. I smile and pull back and pretend like nothing happened by asking "what were you listening to before I came?" I stand up and go over to the docking station which her iPod was connected to. I signify to the iPod and ask "may I?" Piper nods in response.
I turn to the iPod and press play. 'Move and Groove Together' by Benny Latimore started blasting through the speakers. "This is a good song." I comment as I start to move my hips to the beat of the music.
I turn around to see Piper staring at me. "Are you going to check me out all day or are you going to dance with me?" I ask smugly.
"I don't really dance" she replies shyly as a blush rises to her cheeks.
"I'll show you," I respond as I hold out my hand to her which she takes - it sends this weird shiver through my body, it must be cold in here.
She stands up in front of me and I put my hands on her hips and move them along to the beat whilst moving my own hips at the same time. I lean forward to her ear and whisper "relax, Pipes. Just feel the beat and let your body do the rest."
I move around her so my front is against Pipers back with my hands still on her hips. As I move my body, I move hers along with me. The more we dance, the more we push our bodies against one another. Our breathing starts to deepen and it feels as though there's some kind of electricity between us. It's weird - I must be hungover or something...
Too quickly for my liking, the song comes to an end. I take a step back and after a few seconds, Piper turns around. "See, I knew you could dance" I compliment with a wink.
Piper sits back down on the sofa whilst blushing and I follow suit as the music continues to play in the background.
"So, all I know about you so far is that you're called Piper Chapman, you work in a Café, you're a great dancer, you have good taste in music, you like vodka and margaritas and you're very beautiful... Tell me more." I ask, wanting to know more about the blonde beauty in front of me.
"Well I'm 21 years old. I have two brothers - Danny is the eldest and Cal is the youngest. I don't really hear from them. Danny is a doctor and Cal... Well, he's more of a free spirit, lets put it that way. My Mum's called Carol and my Dad is called Bill..." She starts. When she mentions her parents a sadness crosses her eyes but she quickly shakes it off and proceeds, "I've lived here since I was 20 - it was a birthday present from my parents... Polly is my best friend and we've known each other since we were both young. There's not much to know really. I'm pretty boring" she concludes.
"I don't think you're boring at all. You intrigue me Piper Chapman." I retort looking at her intently. I take a quick look at the clock on the wall to see it's 5:30 already. "Do you have any plans for this evening?" I ask.
"Not that I know of," she responds slightly confused.
"How do you feel about ordering taking out with me?" I offer. Her face lights up like a Puppy.
"I'd love to!"
A/N Hey guys, I hope you're enjoying it so far. I'll probably start the next chapter tonight and I'll either upload it tomorrow or on the weekend. Feel free to leave comments and stuff - they're much appreciated.
