Chapter 11: Isn't Schizophrenia Fun?

Seth had taken me to a small home, he said it belonged to a Sam and Emily Uley. Sam had come bearing clothes, Emily; cookies.

Those cookies were the best fucking things I've ever eaten. And I told her this, she only replied, "Thank you, I get that a lot!"

Seth stayed with me while Sam and Emily left back to the beach. Apparently there were girls in that giant throng of gorgeous Quileute hunks at the beach.

I really need to stop calling them that.
Well they are.
So, it's not very nice.
Screw nice.

Ugh, damn insanity. I swear I'm probably schizophrenic. Well, at least mental illnesses make conversations interesting. I mean, have you ever heard of a boring person with a mental illness? Not me. Anyways, Sam's clothes were almost three sizes too big, and I told them I had spare clothes in my car.

Seth found it a little funny, "Why didn't you tell us there were clothes in your car?"

"You didn't ask, and you didn't tell me why we were coming here. I saw no reason," I shrugged and played off nonchalance, but seeing Seth still half-naked was kind of messing with my brain. I was surprised I was able to form coherent sentences.

"Well, you could probably use a warm bath anyways. Here," he pushed me into the bathroom, "take a bath, and I'll go to your car and get your clothes," he stuck a hand as if asking for something.

"Ummm....what do you need?"

"Your car keys. Or would you rather I break into your car?"

"Oh, the car should be unlocked. I was sitting in a place where I could still see my car so I found no reason to lock it," I waved him away, "Now let me take my bath."

I had the water running on hot and the bath was soon half-full and the room was really steamy. Waiting for the bath to fill and sitting in the steam had me feeling better already, I almost didn't get in. That is until I heard knocking on the door asking if I was covered. I quickly hopped in, having already discarded the many layers of blankets and towels on the other side of the bathroom, and pulled the curtain mostly closed.

"Yeah, I'm covered," the door nob slowly opened and Seth stuck his head through.

"You sure?"

"Pretty positive. You shouldn't be seeing anything."

"Okay, well here are some clothes, there were only sweats and a shirt so I'll leave these here on the counter," he proceeded into the bathroom, keeping his head turned away from the tub and towards a wall. He put the clothes on the counter and turned to leave, but when he did, his foot landed in the wrong place. He tried to stop himself, really he did.

He didn't stop well enough though and slipped on some water on the floor, keeping him turning and forcing him off balance. He fell backwards with his arms flailing about, his hands outstretched to grab onto something. He managed to latch on the shower curtain but that only made it worse, it shot his body out of balance even more so that he twisted towards the tub and ripped the curtain off in the process, completely exposing me.

He blushed beet red, which is quite surprising with his darker skin. And he instantly righted himself and stammered apologies as he tried to open and close the door. He opened the door, and smacked his face, he closed the door on his fingers, and then ran into someone when he finally managed to close it right. I was stunned, though laughing at his reaction. I couldn't believe someone had just seen me naked and I didn't care at all. Geoff and I haven't even gotten that far in our relationship.

I quickly returned to relaxing in the unfamiliar tub, and was out of the water as soon as I started getting pruny. I changed into my spare clothes and gathered all the blankets and towels and walked out. I saw Emily first and asked her where she would like them, she pointed to a door and told me to just set them on the floor. The room led into a small washroom with a washer and dryer set up against the wall and small window above them. I set the pile of covers on the floor and turned to leave, but was knocked down after walking into something that felt like a wall, I had my eyes closed and my arms set out to brace my fall but I never hit the floor.

I opened one eye and was startled to see Seth's face dangerously close to mine. I quickly turned my head down to see that he had one arm around my waist to prevent me from falling.

"Hey, I just wanted to say sorry about earlier. I didn't mean to...to..."

"To pull the curtain away and exposing me?" I asked with a smile.

"Yeah...that..." Seth blushed and I thought it was the cutest thing in the world.

"Well, thanks for bringing my clothes, I hope my car wasn't too much of a mess."

"No, really it was no problem," I looked down and noticed his arm was still snaked around me, I coughed a little and pointed at his arm. He looked down and gave a small smile before turning away and walking out the door, before I could even take a step forward he poked his head back through the door, "If you want a ride home, we can go down to the beach and pick up your car if you want."

"Sounds good, we should probably go now though. I'm not sure how long I can leave Brunhilde home alone right now," he looked at me ever confused, and I just smiled and laughed to myself a little.

"Who's Brunhilde?"

"Oh, nobody. Well, technically she doesn't have a body...or does she? I mean she must have been alive at some point, and now look at me I'm rambling," Seth still looked at me confused, so I made it simple for him. "She's the ghost haunting my kitchen. At least I think she's haunting my kitchen, she might be haunting me period, but I don't think that's the case, she's only 'appeared' to me once so far, and dear god here I am rambling again."

Seth smiled at me and laughed at my silly ramblings. "So, you have ghost?"

"Yep, yep!
"I'm wondering if I should conduct a séance..." I was absolutely serious. Seth was just laughing so hard I could have sworn he was tearing up.

We continued our playful banter the entire walk to my car, which I'm grateful for him leading me to, I would have gotten horribly lost in La Push. And the talk continued as he drove me home, claiming I should rest as much as I could, and when I got home I realized he had no way back.

"So how are you getting back home?"

"Oh, I was just going to walk," I dropped my jaw.

"Walk??! This late?! ALL the way to La Push?! No, nuh-uh. Not Happening," I was waving my hands in a very obvious 'no' gesture, and shaking my head like crazy, "You can spend the night here. I have an extra room here that neither me nor my parents use, you can sleep in there."

"I'd rathe-" I cut him off abruptly, "Just get in the damn house."

You're going to regret this!
And how am I going to regret this?
Oh, you'll see, you'll see.
I hate you. You. You. Schizo bastard.
But I'm your schizo bastard.
Ugh. Kill me now!