Behind red tinted cellophane16
Reject slowly opened her eyes to an almost unfamiliar room. She looked down to see that she was still firmly gripping the pillow from before and realized where she was. Reject sat up on the bed and looked to find that B wasn't lying next to her.
Reject frowned at this but soon shrugged it off. She rolled over to his side and rested her face against the depression in the quilt. It smelt about as amazing as the first time she smelt it, the husky smell of sweat with the lingering hint of strawberries made her hungry.
In fact come to think of it, she hadn't eaten much in the last 48 hours and right now she was starving. And so Reject got up off the bed and left the room in search of the kitchen.
Reject was very unfamiliar with the interior of the wear house and pretty soon she had no idea where she was and was growing more irritated by the second. Pretty much all the hallways looked the same and she lost of where the room was at around 3 turns down.
She was right about to give up when she smelled something that smelled a lot like toast, and sure enough there was an open door down one of the hallways. She walked in and saw B sitting on a chair in front of a counter eating toast with jam and doing a crossword.
"Took you long enough, I was about to come find you" B snickered taking a bite of toast.
"Well it's not like you gave me a tour of this place" Reject said folding her arms and frowning like a child to which B gave an expected smirk to. Reject walked over and sat down in one of the chairs in the kitchen closest to B.
"Did you sleep well?" B asked still looking at his crossword puzzle.
"Yeah I slept ok though it does feel rather strange to have to sleep on my back seeing as how I slept upright in a closet for 6 years" Reject answered plainly in an almost bored tone.
"Give it time, your back will get use to the new position soon enough"
"That's certainly optimistic of you B"
"Well somebody's got to be and you're too much of a pessimist"
"No I'm not"
"Oh yes you are"
"B, when have I ever been a pessimist?"
"Miley Cyrus…"
"SHE IS THE BIGGEST DISAPOINTMENT TO THE COUNTRY MUSIC INDUSTRY I HAVE EVER SEEN AND SHE WILL NEVER BE AS GOOD AND BILLY RAYE AND-…Shut up…"
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Later on Reject eventually memorized the lay out of the wear house without B's help, partly because B had to work with Naomi that afternoon and partly because he was an ass clown.
By this time Reject found the living room space and decided lounge out on the couch while waiting for B to come back. In the end she didn't have to wait long at all when she heard the big iron door of the wear house open.
"Hey B welcome back, how did your work with Naomi go today?" Reject asked turning to see the lanky figure of B coming out of the shadows.
"Everything went great today, Naomi found all the clues I laid out for her that pointed to Backyard Bottomslash and we'll be heading to her home tomorrow" B answered in a very excited tone.
"That's good" Reject said smiling shyly. B walked around the living room for a bit and let out a heavy sigh before leaving the room. When he came back he was covered in cleaning equipment.
"B…what are you doing?" Reject asked watching him frantically picking up garbage and wipe down everything.
"I've company coming tonight and I want this place to look presentable" B replied tying up a bundle of newspapers and piling them in a corner.
"Company? Oh don't tell me you've invited the mafia here as well"
"Oh no, it's not the mafia this time, I found this homeless girl down at the red light district and I was feeling especially randy today so I thought an evening with her would be most enjoyable"
"You invited a hooker over here!!!" Reject shouted glowering at B angrily. She was madder then she'd ever been before and the fact that B acted as though he had done nothing wrong just made it even worse.
"Why, yes I did, is that a problem?"
"YES IT IS A FUCKING PROBLEM!!" B was stunned, he had never seen Reject raise her voice at him let alone curse him and it was rather shocking to say the least.
"What's the problem? I just wanted a nice evening with a prostitute to relieve some sexual tension, how would his have any affect on you?!" bit out trying to recover his dominance.
"B!!WHAT WOULD MAKE YOU THINK THAT I WOULD NOT BE AFFECTED!!! YOU THINK THAT IF YOU JUST BROUGHT A WHORE HOME AND FUCKED HER I WOULDN'T GET UPSET!!! WHAT AM I TO YOU!?!" Reject shouted back her azure eyes burning with anger.
"Reject, you're living in my wear house, you're sleeping in my bed and you're eating my food! You are in no position to tell me what I can and cannot do AND IF YOU DON'T LIKE IT! TOO BAD!!" B growled back his red eyes glaring back at Reject's blue ones and he was beginning to lose his patients with her.
"Your right…" Reject said quietly her voice was horse from yelling. She stood up from the couch and walked passed B toward the door.
"Reject where are you going?" but Reject didn't answer as continued toward the door.
"Reject if you walk out that door you won't be welcome back again" But she didn't stop. In one swift movement she swung the large iron door open and walked out not bothering to spare a second glance behind her as she slammed it shut.
"Fine…I didn't need you anyway" B grunted as he sat down on the couch. He felt miserable, worse then miserable, it was a feeling he hadn't felt in a long time and it was difficult trying to get a hold of what it was, but in the end he knew exactly what it was and it was the one thing that he found most unbearable...
…guilt