Then, Lorna was amazed, shocked even. That although, 'bedtime' was still
far away, Tabs shook those guys off. Now, Lorna lay on a couch in the
lounge of the mansion. Hung over and weary, in and out of consciousness,
sleeping but knowing the sun was up.
"Lorna what the hell?!" exclaimed an outraged Bobby.
She was face down on the couch and pulled her hair more over her face to shield her eyes from the sun. She moaned a bit, feeling dizzy, and impaired to rise up and respond. Bobby was horrified. To him she resembled a crack whore; run down, groggy, and all dressed up but so tainted and lacking charm.
"Where the hell were you?! What were you doing?" He knelt down beside the couch.
Tabitha had been slouching in the recliner she passed out in, she was waking up to the noise she heard but slid to the floor and puked. Bobby gasped, and tried to ignore her.
Staggering, Lorna rose to sit up, she swallowed hard to talk, but her mouth was so dry and her stomach felt like acid. Her face wrinkled for she felt like shit physically and ashamed of the state Bobby was seeing her in. She was practically in an eternal pitfall of shit. For those moments last night, she felt free and wanted, but this was the price she'd pay. And her in her mind, she felt angry that in order for her to feel any way of positive she must suffer a punishment. She tilted her head down in shame, but was rocking side to side for she lacked balance. With her head bent so far down, she found it hard to breathe but couldn't muster up an strength to get back up, she gagged and felt vomit in the back of her throat. Flinching, she held her mouth firmly closed.
Bobby took her in his arms and layed her back down on the coach. She moaned for moving hurt like a bitch. He lifted her head gently and put a pillow underneath it for elevation. He saw the hickey on her neck, and he frowned. She coughed an exasperated cough, and fought to catch her breath after, he felt bad for her condition, but sour that she did it to herself. "I'll be right back." He said softly.
She laid there in the silence, with the sun beaming in the room bright and her eyes were closed but still squinting. "Uhh."she sighed. "Fuhk mee." She murmured, cursing her own damn self and clumsily smacked her forehead. Her hand stayed there for a few seconds before lifelessly sliding off. She knew she looked like a fucking idiot and wanted it to all go by fast. Tabs, who was still on the floor next to her vomit, had puked again, loudly. Lorna glanced over but shut her eyes quickly for the sun that shone so was so bright. As if its personal feelings were to scold her with all the light it could. 'Oh shit man'.
The minute and a half Bobby was gone felt like an hour to Lorna. He came back and started talking, but it was too fast for Lorna to comprehend. He picked her, arm over his shoulder, and nearly dragged her to her dorm. "Please don't throw up." He said on more than one occasion as he hurried her along the hallways, trying to avoid running into anyone. And each time she responded with a heartfelt nod, and swallowed the vomit that crept upon her tongue.
* * *
Lorna shared a room with Rogue and as Bobby approached the door, Rogue opened it and looked out down the hallway.
"Its all clear." She said. And closed the door quickly and silently. "Now how'd this happen?" she asked quite surprised. Bobby layed Lorna on her own bed, and scanned around for a trash can.
Still scanning, "I don't know, I wasn't there!" He wined, frustrated he couldn't find a trashcan.
"Okay." Rogue rolled her eyes at his irritable behavior, that wasn't like him, but she'd let it go. "You looking for the garbage?" she said, her southern accent was more apparent.
"Yes." He said with an irritated tone. Looked at her who was pointing to one behind him. He relocated to the side of Lorna's bed. Leaning over her, he brushed her hair away from her face. Didn't want to get any vomit on those pretty green locks of hers. He looked at her, his eyes softening about how venerable and helpless she was now.
Then he realized Rogue was watching this with a peculiar eye. He turned back to her and thought of something quick to say. "She needs water." Rogue nodded slowly, and hesitantly went to go get it. She slowly closed to door behind and when it was shut Bobby ran his hand through Lorna hair.
Lorna groaned coming more into a consciousness. The room was dimmer than the lounge and she could open her eyes and see Bobby's gentle expression beaming down on her. They stayed eye locked. Millions of thoughts racing in each others' heads.
Bobby kept thinking, it was the perfect moment. Perfect enough to kiss her, like he always wanted to kiss a girl. She was so beautiful in being fragile. Like a wounded bird, needing car to mend it's wing. Lorna stayed paralyzed in the thought that he would kiss her, unsure if that was good or bad, she hoped she wouldn't vomit on him for that's what her body ached to do and couldn't hold out much longer.
His eyes shifted back and forth as he leaned in, Lorna's gut ached. Bobby was still leaning in as she sharply turned her head and tipped it down to puke in the trashcan. Nice Lorna, nice.
"Lorna what the hell?!" exclaimed an outraged Bobby.
She was face down on the couch and pulled her hair more over her face to shield her eyes from the sun. She moaned a bit, feeling dizzy, and impaired to rise up and respond. Bobby was horrified. To him she resembled a crack whore; run down, groggy, and all dressed up but so tainted and lacking charm.
"Where the hell were you?! What were you doing?" He knelt down beside the couch.
Tabitha had been slouching in the recliner she passed out in, she was waking up to the noise she heard but slid to the floor and puked. Bobby gasped, and tried to ignore her.
Staggering, Lorna rose to sit up, she swallowed hard to talk, but her mouth was so dry and her stomach felt like acid. Her face wrinkled for she felt like shit physically and ashamed of the state Bobby was seeing her in. She was practically in an eternal pitfall of shit. For those moments last night, she felt free and wanted, but this was the price she'd pay. And her in her mind, she felt angry that in order for her to feel any way of positive she must suffer a punishment. She tilted her head down in shame, but was rocking side to side for she lacked balance. With her head bent so far down, she found it hard to breathe but couldn't muster up an strength to get back up, she gagged and felt vomit in the back of her throat. Flinching, she held her mouth firmly closed.
Bobby took her in his arms and layed her back down on the coach. She moaned for moving hurt like a bitch. He lifted her head gently and put a pillow underneath it for elevation. He saw the hickey on her neck, and he frowned. She coughed an exasperated cough, and fought to catch her breath after, he felt bad for her condition, but sour that she did it to herself. "I'll be right back." He said softly.
She laid there in the silence, with the sun beaming in the room bright and her eyes were closed but still squinting. "Uhh."she sighed. "Fuhk mee." She murmured, cursing her own damn self and clumsily smacked her forehead. Her hand stayed there for a few seconds before lifelessly sliding off. She knew she looked like a fucking idiot and wanted it to all go by fast. Tabs, who was still on the floor next to her vomit, had puked again, loudly. Lorna glanced over but shut her eyes quickly for the sun that shone so was so bright. As if its personal feelings were to scold her with all the light it could. 'Oh shit man'.
The minute and a half Bobby was gone felt like an hour to Lorna. He came back and started talking, but it was too fast for Lorna to comprehend. He picked her, arm over his shoulder, and nearly dragged her to her dorm. "Please don't throw up." He said on more than one occasion as he hurried her along the hallways, trying to avoid running into anyone. And each time she responded with a heartfelt nod, and swallowed the vomit that crept upon her tongue.
* * *
Lorna shared a room with Rogue and as Bobby approached the door, Rogue opened it and looked out down the hallway.
"Its all clear." She said. And closed the door quickly and silently. "Now how'd this happen?" she asked quite surprised. Bobby layed Lorna on her own bed, and scanned around for a trash can.
Still scanning, "I don't know, I wasn't there!" He wined, frustrated he couldn't find a trashcan.
"Okay." Rogue rolled her eyes at his irritable behavior, that wasn't like him, but she'd let it go. "You looking for the garbage?" she said, her southern accent was more apparent.
"Yes." He said with an irritated tone. Looked at her who was pointing to one behind him. He relocated to the side of Lorna's bed. Leaning over her, he brushed her hair away from her face. Didn't want to get any vomit on those pretty green locks of hers. He looked at her, his eyes softening about how venerable and helpless she was now.
Then he realized Rogue was watching this with a peculiar eye. He turned back to her and thought of something quick to say. "She needs water." Rogue nodded slowly, and hesitantly went to go get it. She slowly closed to door behind and when it was shut Bobby ran his hand through Lorna hair.
Lorna groaned coming more into a consciousness. The room was dimmer than the lounge and she could open her eyes and see Bobby's gentle expression beaming down on her. They stayed eye locked. Millions of thoughts racing in each others' heads.
Bobby kept thinking, it was the perfect moment. Perfect enough to kiss her, like he always wanted to kiss a girl. She was so beautiful in being fragile. Like a wounded bird, needing car to mend it's wing. Lorna stayed paralyzed in the thought that he would kiss her, unsure if that was good or bad, she hoped she wouldn't vomit on him for that's what her body ached to do and couldn't hold out much longer.
His eyes shifted back and forth as he leaned in, Lorna's gut ached. Bobby was still leaning in as she sharply turned her head and tipped it down to puke in the trashcan. Nice Lorna, nice.