When I woke up I found myself in my living room, and for a moment I had forgotten how I had ended up there. My eyes landed on Alice and memories of last night came back to me in an instant. Alice and I had drifted off to sleep together and she had somehow during the course of the night ended up in my embrace. Not that I was complaining. I couldn't help but take advantage of the position I found myself in, so I slowly rested my head back on my pillow and gently inhaled the soft fragrance of Alice's hair. It smelled like vanilla, because she had used my shampoo the other night, though mixed with her natural scent it triggered something in my brain that made me want to stay close to this woman. Unfortunately it was getting late in the morning and I had to help Alice continue on her journey.
Not wanting to wake her, I slowly removed myself from her arms and headed upstairs for a quick shower. I had snuck in and stolen Alice's clothes so I could wash them, so as I was waiting for the water to warm up, I took her clothes out of the dryer and folded them neatly. I couldn't help but notice her underwear.
Boy shorts. She must be queer. My imagination ran wild with possibilities at the thought.
I quickly finished up and placed her clothes on the foot of the bed. She stirred a bit at the sound of me walking around, but didn't wake. I headed upstairs and took my shower.
The delicious smell of bacon woke me from my slumber. I stirred and stretched out and suddenly remembered I was in Bella's living room. I slowly rolled over to the side and made my way to the kitchen. Bella was facing away from me and humming to herself while she cut up an avocado. She must have been making lunch. I silently sat down at the table and admired the view of her in those skinny jeans. I marveled at the fact that she was up already, but then the clock on the wall said it was almost noon, so I immediately felt a bit bad for sleeping in.
Bella turned around to open the cabinet and gave a start when she saw me sitting here. She nearly dropped the knife in her hand.
"Jesus! Alice, you're like a ninja! How long have you been sitting there?" She exclaimed, placing a hand over her heart.
I gave a hearty laugh in reply, "Only a few minutes. Are you going to be ok?"
"Yeah, I'll be fine." She laughed and pulled some saran wrap out of the cabinet and wrapped up the sandwich she was making and placed it in a brown paper bag.
"Would you like some breakfast or something?" she asked.
"No thanks. I'm still full from dinner."
"Well, your clothes are all clean and ready for you to put on if you want to get dressed. I put them at the foot of your bed." She pointed to the pile of clothes sitting in the living room. I was touched.
"Bella, you didn't have to do that!" I said, walking over to my clothes and going through them.
"It wasn't a big deal, Alice. I just threw them in the wash. I figured you'd appreciate some clean clothes."
I held out in front of me the underwear I was wearing yesterday. "You even folded my underwear." I said, marveling at how it was neatly folded into a square. I could hear Bella bashfully laugh from the kitchen.
"Um, yeah, sorry. I didn't mean to get all up in your business or anything…"
I giggled a little, "Its ok. It's cute" I looked over to her and saw a faint blush on her cheeks and I swooned just a little. Collecting myself, I gathered my clothing and changed quickly in the bathroom upstairs. Once I was finished, I couldn't help but poke my head in what I thought to be her room and quickly glance around. There was nothing out of the ordinary – some posters of bands on the wall, stickers, pictures of friends and family, and a messy desk littered with papers and schoolwork. Then, my eyes caught onto one of those Lance Armstrong bracelets sitting on her dresser, only this one was rainbow. Intrigued, I contemplated going in and investigating further, but decided against it. Though, this little clue gave me incentive to pay attention to any other subtle hints that might lead me to believe that she was playing for my team.
When I came back downstairs, Bella was waiting for me in the living room with her coat on. She had collected my things and even folded the bed back into the couch. As I descended the stairs, she stood up and turned to face me, smiling.
"All ready?"
"Gee Bella, I didn't realize you wanted to get rid of me this badly." I joked
"No! Well, I mean," she laughed nervously and blushed, but quickly regained herself, "I'm, well, we're going downtown."
"Is that so?" I said, zipping up my jacket. "And what will we be doing downtown?"
"You'll see. I have a treat for you."
"Bella!" I face faulted. "You don't need to do anything! After everything you've done, I should be the one treating you!"
"Alice, really, it's fine. I really want to do this."
"But-!"
"No!" Bella grabbed me by the arms and gently shook me. "You're not allowed to fight this!"
I laughed and gave into the shaking, lolling my head back and forth, "But I want to fight it!" I grabbed her arms and shook her back. We went back and forth like this for a minute before the two of us somehow ended up wrestling each other on the floor until we laid out in the living room exhausted. She was a lot stronger than she led on to be. As we laid there and laughed while we tried to catch our breath, I couldn't help but notice that our legs were entwined in such a way, that if I moved just slightly I'd be pushing up against her in a most pleasing and intimate way. However, having just met her yesterday and not even knowing what she was thinking at the moment, I slowly removed myself before the situation got awkward and sat up next to her. With her face flushed, she smiled up at me in the sweetest way possible, and again, I had to catch my breath, and not because of the wrestling.
"You ready to go?" I was able to choke out.
"Yeah, let's get out of here."
With that, I helped her up and we collected my things before heading out the door into the chilly February morning.
