Morning Waits
Chapter 4: Business of Misery
"You can't depend on your eyes when your imagination is out of focus."
-Mark Twain
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"I'm in the business of misery, lets take it from the top. She's got a body like an hourglass thats tickin' like a clock.."
If there was one thing Julia was grateful for, it was the fact that Xiayou had forgotten one very important thing when she left. Her CD's. That didn't skip! Julia found this to be a treasure, since all of her CD's were very scratched and old, she hadn't remember the last time she put in the effort to buy one. So when she woke up that morning and found her CD's lying innocently under her bed, well, she kind of forgot that her new roommate just moved in yesterday.
Which is maybe why she didn't see or hear the door opening? Or maybe that was just because she was singing so loud...
"Whoaaaa! I never meant to brag, but I got him where I want him now."
Hwoarang was startled, no, make that annoyed, when he heard music pouring in the next room. Not only was it 10 in the fucking morning and he didn't manage to fall asleep until 3AM, but the damn bitch was singing along to the music and he wasn't surprised to find that she wasn't that great at carrying a tune.
So, putting on some boxers, he bolted out of bed in sheer anger, fully intent on telling her to shut her damn mouth, but when he opened the door he was a bit startled, and daresay, turned on at what he was seeing. He hadn't expected Julia held such nice legs under those fucking denims but he was obviously wrong now! There she was, dancing around like a hooligan on her bed, in her little blue night shirt and cute pink panties that he was definitely sure had the word angel inscribed on them.
"But God does it feel so good, cause I got him where I want him now. And if you could then you know you would, cause God it just feels so--"
Julia's hairbrush fell to the floor as she stopped her dancing, finally noticing the figure in her doorway. A mix of fear and embarrassment welled up inside of her so strongly that she had the urge to barf.. on him, preferably. There was a long pregnant pause--
Then she screamed.
"Get out! Get out! Get OUT!" Julia screeched, falling off the bed and grabbing her pillow, rushing towards the door. She briefly noticed that Hwoarang had a very strange expression on his face, and blushing, noticed that he was only wearing boxers and she could definitely tell his, ahh, friend was at attention. With a look of pure rage, she slammed the door shut so loud it made her clock rattle against the wall.
Breathing heavily, she moaned in embarrassment and hit her head against the door. When she thought that Hwoarang had disappeared, she heard a snicker on the other side of the door. "Nice pa--"
Opening the door so fast it shut Hwoarang up, she pointed a finger in his face, "Don't finish that." She warned.
".. voice." He said, grinning wickedly.
Her eyes squinted at him in a menacing way that only Hwoarang found amusing, and she shut the door again and locked it, heading to her drawer to put on some pants. Hn. It was unfortunate, Julia thought, that now that her roommate was a guy she couldn't be as embarrassing as she pleased without consequence. But, considering her roommate was surely the most arrogant asshole of the century, well it just made her feel ever worse.
It was about 16 panic attacks later that Julia decided she could face her roommate without blushing to the tips of her toes. So, bracing herself for the inevitable, she opened the door and walked into the living room.. ah, get ready for it... any minute now... here it comes..
Hmm.. Julia looked around and noticed his jacket was missing, as well as his shoes (hey, she was perceptive) and realized he was gone. Oh, there was a God, and God was either blessing her at this very moment, or just setting her up for another disaster. For some reason, she kept thinking it was the latter.
So, having nothing better to do, she plopped down on the couch and dialed Christie's number, intent on enjoying herself a good meal for once, and a good shopping spree because she was finally on the verge of not being broke. They agreed to meet up at the shopping center, so Christie picked Julia up on the way there.
"..he's infuriating, I swear Christie.. if I have to see that stupid grin on his face one more time, I'll drown his ass in the toilet myself." Julia complained, sifting through the clearance rack at the store they were in and sipping on her latte. "I have never met such an infuriating man in the entire existence of my life."
Christie sighed for the umpteenth time that afternoon, wondering how long Julia was going to chew her ear off with this complaining about her roommate. It was one thing to not get along, but this was getting utterly ridiculous, and she wasn't sure how much more she could take. "Julia, stop."
Surprised that her friend had said anything in the past 20 minutes, she was mostly just nodding her head and pretending to listen, Julia looked up at her. "I get the fact that he's an arrogant prick honey, but you repeating it won't make it any more clear to me why you are even still agreeing to be his roommate."
"I- well, I need one, don't I? The ad is still going, so I'm sure someone will be interested." Julia shrugged, grabbing a purple top she found and laying it over her arm. "And once that happens then I wont have to deal with him anymore."
"Yeah, but what about him? He needs a place to live, too. What if he can't find one by the time you have a new roomy?" Christie argued, putting her hands on her hips. "You just going to give him the boot?"
Julia fidgeted uncomfortably, "Well, yeah.."
Christie rolled her eyes, "Frankly, Julia, you need to see that he's not the only one being unreasonable. You complain that he's living there, but will let him stay for your benefit of not being broke, but when you replace him and don't need him anymore, then you leave him to be homeless? Thats not cool, honey."
A wave of guilt smashed against her and she felt, well, bad. Bad for thinking about the situation so little, and bad for being such a bitch. He might have ignited the bitch within her, but it took two to tango. Hmpf. Well, she was just going to try harder at not letting him get to her. Take that, Hwoarang.
A few outfits later Christie took Julia home and bid her good luck. When she arrived at her door, Julia felt a little apprehensive. She wasn't sure if Hwoarang was back, but if so she would have to face him for the (almost) first time that day. And not letting him rile her up might be harder than it sounds. Bracing herself, she turned the knob and opened the door, realizing that the lights were out. So maybe he wasn't back yet?
However, a noise reached her ears that made her freeze in her tracks. A noise that was coming from the same room.. and it sounded like.. was that moaning? And heavy breathing? What the--
Squinting her eyes, Julia made out the figure of Hwoarang leaning back on the couch. It looked like he was watching television, only the tv wasn't on. Slowly, her eyes adjusted to the darkness and she realized exactly what the hell she was seeing, and it made her feel sick to her stomach. His pants were down to his ankles, and there in between his legs was a woman. A blonde woman, who was all the way down to her knickers. She was not so stupid as to not realize what the woman was doing. Her head was moving in a very rhythmic motion and Hwoarang seemed to be enjoying it.
Hwoarang. Julia stilled even more when she ran her eyes up his bare chest and to his face, where she was shocked to see his eyes -- staring right at her. She might have been a bit far away, but she could definitely tell they were looking at her. And he looked satisfied, a grin on his lips as he held the woman's head with his hand, his other behind his head, relaxed. He wasn't even embarrassed that she had seen their display. In fact, it looked as thought he were taunting her.
Feeling like a pervert just standing there, Julia knocked some sense into her traitorous body for not moving, and fled. Sure, she could have turned on the lights and been all, Tada!, and embarrassed the shit out of Hwoarang -- well, not really -- but at least the girl. But after noticing him staring right at her, she got cold feet and booked it right to her room, closed the door, and leaned against it, putting a hand over her heart that was beating too fast for her liking.
She was more ashamed, however, when she realized that she was turned on. More than she thought she ever was, for a completely idiotic reason. She should have been pissed that he had the audacity to do that sort of thing in plain view, not in his room. She should have been annoyed that he was so calm about her barging in on them. She shouldn't have been turned on by the way he looked at her. At all.
Groaning, Julia decided it was time for a long shower. And then perhaps something to knock her out. And then she wouldn't leave her room until she was sure he was nowhere in sight.
I hate that stupid grin, Julia thought angrily, cursing him to hell. I hate it more than anything in the world.
But just for that night, she hated herself the most.
Taaaaadaaaaaa. So while Hwoarang enjoys a nice blowjob, I've got some chores to do so I stop here. Thanks Niveus, UP3N, & Venusgurl5 for reviewing, an extra large wet smooch to those that are leaving me reviews. I love you more than burritos. And if you want a smooch, then review! If you don't, review anyway! (the heat is getting to my head, maybe?)