I turned my head around, and there she was...was she...I think she was asleep? W-when did she get here? I mean what?
I was going to move, this was so wrong, and just when I was about to, she moved her porcelain leg and wrapped it around mine. I was trapped, literally.
I moved my head away a bit, so when she woke up this didn't look so wrong.
The next morning, instead of being awakened by the beautiful sunlight and birds, I was awoken with a scream.
I opened my eyes and she slapped me, I moved my hand to my cheek, rubbing it, "what the hell!?" I managed to say, as she stood up and pressed her back to my wall, "you," she gulped, "why am I in your house, in your room, and why was I in your bed?" I sat up, "y-you were drunk, you wouldn't tell me where you lived, and I couldn't leave you back in the office I-Oi! You shouldn't be talking! You came in my bed on the first place, an-and you kissed me!"
Ms. Pond scoffed, "what?! I didn't-oh, no, oh god," she buried her face in her hands, "fuck." I took in a deep breath and my voice was silent, "w-what was the reason as to why you were drunk?" She let her hand drop as she looked away, "my, uh, boyfriend...he, um," she looked at me with watery eyes and a shrug, "he cheated on me, with another woman."
I certainly knew how that felt, I clenched the sheets and looked at my hands, "mine, um, mine too-not my boyfriend though," I said urgently, looking at her, "I-I'm not gay, err, I meant, my girlfriend cheated on me with, um, another man."
She nodded slowly, "um...I should go," I stood up from my bed quickly, standing in front of her and getting ahold of her wrist, "wait, can-can we at least talk about yesterday? I mean, I know the kiss you gave me might've been a mistake-" she cut me off, closing her eyes, "it was a mistake, John, and I really am not in the mood for talking, I'm tired and I've got a major hangover," I nodded slowly, she sniffled, her voice cracking a slight bit, "excuse me."
And like that, the woman I had started to felt something for left.
Earlier that day, my friend Rory called me to go and have a few drinks, I went with him, I needed a mate to talk to, but I really didn't want to drink. I begun to wonder if it was Ms. Pond's fault.
"Hey, Rory," I said, shaking his hand with a forced smile as I sat on the pub's booth, "hey, mate, you look like crap," I let out a laugh, looking down and running my fingers along the rim of the glass of-wait, was that whiskey? Great, she's everywhere.
I cleared my throat, staring at the ice and yellow liquor that tasted like piss. "Is it really that obvious?" He chuckled, "no, I just know you," he took in a deep breath and got closer to my face by leaning on his elbows, "c'mon, what happened? Have you talked to Bailey or what?"
I shook my head, "I'm in love with my boss," I said, a bit too quietly, Rory's eyes widened, "you're gay!?" I grunted, "no, you arse, I have a new boss...her name's Ms. Pond," I took the glass in my palm and took a gulp, it tasted like shit. How the hell could she drink this all day? "She's a ginger," Rory frowned, "blimey, those are the best kind, falling in love with them is like pouring alcohol on your deepest wound, man," I snorted, "tell me about it, Williams." After going through another lecture about women with Rory, we said our goodbye's and agreed on seeing each other soon. I always felt better after talking with Rory.
I was watching the telly on my own back on my flat, my feet on the coffee table as I switched through the boring channels. However, my thoughts were interrupted when there was a knock on the door. I stood up, and I didn't even bother to button up my shirt, it was just plaid and a tank top anyways.
I begun to open the door, as well as to talk, "Listen, mate, I don't want to buy any-Ms. Pond?" I took in a deep breath, there she was, with her mascara spread all the way to her cheeks and her eyes red, her clothes were all red.
"John...can we talk?" I nodded and stepped aside so she could come in, I didn't notice the worried expression that was painted on my face until later, "always."