Awkward Moments- Part 2
Portia woke with a funny feeling in her stomach. She opened her eyes as saw that she was sleeping on the ground. That would explain the funny feeling- she was sprawled face down, spread eagle on the floor. Will was nowhere in sight. Groaning, she hoisted herself off the ground. Her lips were dry. When she licked them to relieve the tight feeling that had built up there she could still take Will's lips on hers. What had happened? She couldn't seem to remember.
"Get ready for work, right," Portia reminded herself and headed for the bedroom. Then she remembered the Jack and Will were supposed to be staying in her room. "Well they can get out so I can get a shower. I feel gross!"
Carefully pushing open the door, Portia peered inside. She laughed. Jack and Will were sprawled un-ceremonially on the bed. Jack's leg draped over Will's back. They were facing opposite directions. Jack was resting on the pillows and Will's head was rolling to the side, hanging off the end of the bed. Both of them were too tall to actually fit on the shortened version of a queen-sized bed. The full sized bed hadn't left as much space in the bedroom was Portia would have liked when she moved in, so she had a friend shorten the bed and the mattress. Nice for her, not for these guys.
Jack grumbled in his sleep and tried to roll over. Will got in his way and in Jack's valiant struggle to roll over he managed to throw both of them to the floor. With a shout of surprise from Will and a grunt of shock from Jack, a few seconds after falling both men's heads popped up above the bed and looked at her groggily.
"Whatimesit?" Will asked.
"Early," Portia replied. "Now out! I need to get ready to go!"
Reluctantly Jack and Will stood, and then dragged themselves across the room to the door. Jack's foot got caught in the comforter and he tripped, catching his balance just in time to avoid falling on his face.
"Such grace," Portia said sarcastically as jack left the room. She heard him snort in response just as she closed the door.
The shower felt absolutely wonderful. When she stepped out Portia felt truly clean. She even forgot for a moment about the two men who were now wandering around somewhere inside her apartment. With a heavy sigh she got dressed and preceded to the kitchen.
Will was slumped at the kitchen table, a banana limp in his hand, his eyes glazed, staring off into space. He was wearing a pair of pajama pants that she had picked out the other day. He didn't even acknowledge her as she came into the room. The banana confused her. Portia hated bananas, and never had them in her apartment, so where had it come from. Then she saw the grocery bags on the counter and realized the Emily must have gone to the store at some point before she got up. Or maybe it had been the night before. She didn't know.
"Morning Will," Portia said trying to sounds cheerful. Her thoughts kept straying to the night before. He did not reply. Bagel and cream cheese in hand, Portia walked around the table and waved the bagel in front of Will's face.
"Earth to Will," she said. Searching for a sign of recognition in his brown eyes.
He jumped, obviously startled out of thought and looked at her. "What?' he asked.
"Nothing," Portia replied. "Just wondering if you were still alive." She finished buttering the bagel and sat down at the table. "I have to leave today to go to work, so you and Jack have to promise to stay in the apartment, okay?"
Will looked at her but gave no response.
"Will?"
"Oh, yeah, okay, what?"
"I said I have to go to work today, and I want you and Jack to stay in the apartment. No leaving."
"Oh, all right."
"Good."
"Why?"
"I don't trust you guys out there on the streets. Jack was bad enough with me out there with him yesterday. I don't want you to leave unless Emily or I are with you, okay?"
"Sure."
Just then Jack came in the kitchen whistling a jaunty tune. In the light of the bright morning and the halogen bulb in the kitchen light he looked really dirty. For a moment Portia told herself not to say anything, but then Jack asked her an interesting question.
"Is there somewhere in here where I could wash luv?" he asked with a bright smile. Apparently he thought something was funny.
"Yeah, there is a shower back in my bedroom, but you'll have to have Emily show you how to use it cause I need to go." Portia stood and headed for the door grabbing her purse she called into the silence. "Remember don't leave!" as she ran down the stairs she wondered whether they would do as she asked.
* * * * * *
Emily found Will in the kitchen and inquired where jack was.
"Taking a, shower?" he said not sure of himself.
Rolling her eyes Emily headed into the bedroom. She could hear water running in the bathroom. Knocking on the partly open door, Emily let herself in to find Jack half naked staring in confusion at the knobs in the shower. He reached his hand in to feel how warm the water was and pulled it back quickly. "Ouch," he said rubbing the tanned skin.
"Here," Emile said, "let me help you."
Turning the dial to a warm-cold setting so Jack would not burn himself when he got in, Emily laughed at Jack and then left the room.
"What, what?" she heard him call as she closed the bedroom door behind her.
* * * * * * *
Portia woke with a funny feeling in her stomach. She opened her eyes as saw that she was sleeping on the ground. That would explain the funny feeling- she was sprawled face down, spread eagle on the floor. Will was nowhere in sight. Groaning, she hoisted herself off the ground. Her lips were dry. When she licked them to relieve the tight feeling that had built up there she could still take Will's lips on hers. What had happened? She couldn't seem to remember.
"Get ready for work, right," Portia reminded herself and headed for the bedroom. Then she remembered the Jack and Will were supposed to be staying in her room. "Well they can get out so I can get a shower. I feel gross!"
Carefully pushing open the door, Portia peered inside. She laughed. Jack and Will were sprawled un-ceremonially on the bed. Jack's leg draped over Will's back. They were facing opposite directions. Jack was resting on the pillows and Will's head was rolling to the side, hanging off the end of the bed. Both of them were too tall to actually fit on the shortened version of a queen-sized bed. The full sized bed hadn't left as much space in the bedroom was Portia would have liked when she moved in, so she had a friend shorten the bed and the mattress. Nice for her, not for these guys.
Jack grumbled in his sleep and tried to roll over. Will got in his way and in Jack's valiant struggle to roll over he managed to throw both of them to the floor. With a shout of surprise from Will and a grunt of shock from Jack, a few seconds after falling both men's heads popped up above the bed and looked at her groggily.
"Whatimesit?" Will asked.
"Early," Portia replied. "Now out! I need to get ready to go!"
Reluctantly Jack and Will stood, and then dragged themselves across the room to the door. Jack's foot got caught in the comforter and he tripped, catching his balance just in time to avoid falling on his face.
"Such grace," Portia said sarcastically as jack left the room. She heard him snort in response just as she closed the door.
The shower felt absolutely wonderful. When she stepped out Portia felt truly clean. She even forgot for a moment about the two men who were now wandering around somewhere inside her apartment. With a heavy sigh she got dressed and preceded to the kitchen.
Will was slumped at the kitchen table, a banana limp in his hand, his eyes glazed, staring off into space. He was wearing a pair of pajama pants that she had picked out the other day. He didn't even acknowledge her as she came into the room. The banana confused her. Portia hated bananas, and never had them in her apartment, so where had it come from. Then she saw the grocery bags on the counter and realized the Emily must have gone to the store at some point before she got up. Or maybe it had been the night before. She didn't know.
"Morning Will," Portia said trying to sounds cheerful. Her thoughts kept straying to the night before. He did not reply. Bagel and cream cheese in hand, Portia walked around the table and waved the bagel in front of Will's face.
"Earth to Will," she said. Searching for a sign of recognition in his brown eyes.
He jumped, obviously startled out of thought and looked at her. "What?' he asked.
"Nothing," Portia replied. "Just wondering if you were still alive." She finished buttering the bagel and sat down at the table. "I have to leave today to go to work, so you and Jack have to promise to stay in the apartment, okay?"
Will looked at her but gave no response.
"Will?"
"Oh, yeah, okay, what?"
"I said I have to go to work today, and I want you and Jack to stay in the apartment. No leaving."
"Oh, all right."
"Good."
"Why?"
"I don't trust you guys out there on the streets. Jack was bad enough with me out there with him yesterday. I don't want you to leave unless Emily or I are with you, okay?"
"Sure."
Just then Jack came in the kitchen whistling a jaunty tune. In the light of the bright morning and the halogen bulb in the kitchen light he looked really dirty. For a moment Portia told herself not to say anything, but then Jack asked her an interesting question.
"Is there somewhere in here where I could wash luv?" he asked with a bright smile. Apparently he thought something was funny.
"Yeah, there is a shower back in my bedroom, but you'll have to have Emily show you how to use it cause I need to go." Portia stood and headed for the door grabbing her purse she called into the silence. "Remember don't leave!" as she ran down the stairs she wondered whether they would do as she asked.
* * * * * *
Emily found Will in the kitchen and inquired where jack was.
"Taking a, shower?" he said not sure of himself.
Rolling her eyes Emily headed into the bedroom. She could hear water running in the bathroom. Knocking on the partly open door, Emily let herself in to find Jack half naked staring in confusion at the knobs in the shower. He reached his hand in to feel how warm the water was and pulled it back quickly. "Ouch," he said rubbing the tanned skin.
"Here," Emile said, "let me help you."
Turning the dial to a warm-cold setting so Jack would not burn himself when he got in, Emily laughed at Jack and then left the room.
"What, what?" she heard him call as she closed the bedroom door behind her.
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