Heads up they DO NOT go in the shower dont worry.
Ok, ok I didn't do anything bad! I was just saying after such a day I needed a nice hot shower. And then Mary brought up her childhood. All I can say is she had a hell of one. "Y'know, when me and my friends back home had sleepovers, we would all shower at the same time. With swimsuits." She explained.
"O.K." I promptly raised my hands and crashed on to the bed. For a first-time drinker I wasn't bad. I didn't say or do anything stupid...at least that's what I thought.
The next morning I woke up to see Mary's made bed. That's right, she never even slept. I looked around, hoping she was still in the room. The door slammed shut and I jumped a little. Mary came back in. She was wearing a tank top today, and her glasses were back. Her curly hair was loose and she wore baggy jeans.
"Oh good, you're up!" She said as she walked in. She put her hand on her heart like it was beating fast. I was still a bit groggy, and kept blinking my eyes to get used to the typical afternoon sun. Wait. The afternoon sun.
"Um, how long was I asleep?" I asked. "It's 3 pm." She replied. "I'm guessing you're hungry. Here, have a banana. She passed me a banana. I took it and tried to figure out how to peel it. "And also don't call me Mary." She said. "Then what do I call you?" I said.
"Well what you called me last night was fine. By the way, cute diary. " I was halfway through peeling my banana and looked at the windowsill. There was my diary. "...what did I call you last night?" I asked cautiously. But I slowly remembered as I spoke. "Well, you called me cutie. And also hot." Mary was grinning weirdly.
I, on the other hand, frantically grabbed a hoodie and wore it to hide my expression and also my blushing cheeks. "Oh my god, I'm so sorry!!!" I flustered. "I know you're probably hung over so I got you some water." She handed me a glass of water and I gladly drank it, along with finishing my banana.
Why did I have to call her cutie??? What is wrong with ME???
"So, not too much of a drinker?" She asked. I shook my head. "hey, I need some time alone, can you leave me alone?" I said that but I wanted to tell her I meant what I said and I want to hug her and cuddle her to death and such. "Uh...no." She shook her head hard.
I was saved. But wait–why? "MARY. COME OUT HERE THIS INSTANT OR I WILL BREAK THE DAMN DOOR."
I shot up straight. "Who is that? Mary's lips were quivering and the pounding was getting louder and louder. When she spoke it was a mere whisper. "M-my...Ex."