Disclaimer: I own Susana,
nobody else. Incubus owns the song
Drive, and it's very sweet. Everyone
should buy the CD, cause Incubus rocks.
J
Notes:
sound
*thought*
} telepathic conversation {
Setting: The Mansion. Sunday morning, about 10:30 AM.
Susana woke to an unfamiliar room and an equally
unfamiliar warmth at her back. Glancing
at the glowing bedside clock, she noticed that it was 10:30. *Damn.
Everyone else is gonna be awake, and I'm gonna have to get to my room
without anyone seeing me. I don't think
I could stand the harassment if Ange or Jubes sees me...or, dear God...Ms.
Frost. If she sees me, I can kiss my
ass goodbye.* Swinging her legs out of
the bed, she mused about how comfortable it was compared to the couch. *I really gotta get myself an actual bed...*
Standing, she stretched her arms to the ceiling, then
grabbed Jono's discarded shirt from the night before and threw it on over her
string bikinis as a concession to modesty- not hers, but his. She knew that spending the years from age 10
to 17 in New Orleans had given her a much more relaxed outlook on nudity and
the human body than most people, as had her half Mexican heritage, but she
tried not to draw unnecessary attention to that. Walking across the room to the couch, she picked up the guitar
leaning against the cushions and settled it across her thighs, then pulled the
pick from the strings near the top of the fretboard, and began to pluck out the
notes of a song. Getting into the proper rhythm of notes, she sang softly to
herself, trying not to wake up Jono.
Whatever tomorrow brings, I'll be there
With open arms and open eyes yeah
Whatever tomorrow brings,
I'll be there, I'll be there
She finished the song, mouthing the words under her
breath so as not to disturb the still sleeping occupant of the bed. Smiling at how well she'd remembered the
tune, she set the guitar aside as she heard a rustling behind her. Turning, she smiled at Jono, who had rolled
onto his stomach and was looking up at her through one sleep-filled eye. "Good mornin', Honey. Sleep well?"
}Yes, I did...must've been tired. Imagine that.{ He pushed himself up on his elbows, then scratched his head in a
mock-puzzled gesture. }How about
you? Feeling alright?{
"Course
I am. Last night...and this morning,"
she added "was nice. Thank you." She looked down at the shirt she was wearing
and blushed, then waved a hand at it.
"Do you mind? I couldn't find my
dress."
}Seems
to me I should be thanking you. No, I
don't mind. Your dress,{ he rolled over
again and dragged something out from under the blanket he'd been laying on,
then rolled back to his stomach. }is
right here, and looking a bit the worse for wear.{
"Or
lack thereof."
}That,
too.{ He conceded. }Wot song were yer just playin'?{
"Drive,
by Incubus. Why?" She regarded him quizzically.
}It
was pretty...I didn't know yer played.{
"yep...have
since I was about 15. I wanted to be
like Joan Jett. Did you know your
accent is stronger when you've just woken up?"
}Blackhearts
fan, eh? Yes, I knew that. So's yers...although in yer case, you
basically just talk slower.{
"Well,
it's not like I have a definite accent from anywhere. You go learn English from someone with a Spanish accent and we'll
see how clear some of your words end up being, especially after livin' in
Australia, New Orleans, and Texas. Any
accent I may have had has been mixed up quite thoroughly." She shrugged and walked towards the
bed. "Oh well. If I'd picked up accents from everywhere
I've lived, I'd be impossible to understand.
Kinda like you are when you're sleepy or...excited." She winked at him.
Sitting
down on the edge of the bed, she leaned over to press a kiss to Jono's
forehead, then grabbed her dress and slipped it up her legs almost to her
hips. Stopping, she stood and
unbuttoned the shirt. Pulling it off,
she dropped it behind her on Jono's head and slid the dress up the rest of the
way. "Well, hon, I think I'm gonna go
shower and get fresh clothes...but first I gotta do the 'Walk of Shame',
y'know? I'll see ya at lunch." She leaned back across the bed to kiss him
one more time, then began the unsafe journey across the basement floor and up
the stairs.
Stepping
into the hallway of the boys' dorm, Susana sent a silent prayer to the powers
that be that she wouldn't see anyone.
She slipped quietly through the halls, and when she arrived unseen at
her door, she sagged against it in relief.
As she did this, the door across the hall opened and Jubilee bounded
out. Susana groaned. *Oh, shit. I'm caught.* "Mornin'
Jubes." *Don't turn around, Bliss. You're caught already, might as well not
give her anything else to talk about.*
"Well,
well, well...have fun last night?" said Jubilee, grinning broadly.
"Yeah...quite
a lot of fun. Jono and I fell asleep
sitting on the couch downstairs." *Blatantly
obvious, Susana...you know you can do better than that.* To her surprise, Jubilee seemed to buy the
explanation.
"Well,
I'm gonna go eat some breakfast. See
you later!" And with that, she bounded
off towards the kitchen, leaving Susana gaping at her retreating back. Turning to the door, Susana shrugged and
pushed through the door. A long shower
was sounding better and better.
