Saturday, January 22, 2011

SnappleApple450 Week 35: Where Do You Go When Nobody Wants You (Part 3)

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Where Do You Go When Nobody Wants you? (Part 3)

I had a dream I was walking through the snow in Alaska, looking for a way out. I wasn’t sure what I was looking for, maybe a door or portal. After all it was a dream, anything’s possible. As I was walking I saw something in the snow. It looked familiar so I started running for it. When I came up to it, I saw it was a taco. Why in the hell was there a taco in my dream? What could a taco be doing in the middle of Alaska? It was something I’d find back in a city, but definitely not out here. It didn’t belong here. I didn’t belong here. I didn’t want to be here. Anger boiled into my veins as I stepped on the taco, waking up from the dream.

The next morning Bianca could smell breakfast cooking. Slowly she got out of bed and grabbed her robe. She heard talking in the other room and followed it to the kitchen.

“Oh good morning Bianca!” Mrs. Bowers chirped.

Bianca flinched at the noise. “Would you like some breakfast? We have bacon, sausage, muffins, eggs, and orange juice.”

“She’s a hippy, mom, she doesn’t eat meat.”

“I’m not a hippy,” Bianca hissed at Christopher.

He smirked biting into some bacon. “You’re dirty, don’t eat meat, and do drugs.”

“Sounds like a hippy to me,” Corky laughed.

She glared, grabbing a muffin and sitting down. “Well dear, enjoy your muffin,” Mrs. Bowers smiled.

“Twenty dollars says she’ll be eating meat by the time she leaves,” Corky grinned, biting into the crunchy bacon.

Bianca ignored them all, peeling off the muffin wrapper.

“So what do you and Chris have planned for this beautiful day?” Mr. Bowers asked.

Bianca choked on her muffin. “Excuse me?”

Chris would have found it slightly humorous if he didn’t have the same reaction when they first told him. “Yes Bianca, I hate it as much as you, but the fact is we’re stuck together so just deal with it.”

She glared at him. “I’m not feeling well today, Mrs. Bowers,” she gave a pained look. “Feminine reasons…you know.”

Mrs. Bowers was sympathetic immediately. “Oh I know how that is, but I know a remedy that works for me. Elk urine.”

Chris started to laugh, covering his mouth. Bianca’s face twisted from fake pain to real disgust.
Mrs. Bowers nodded matter-of-factly. “Yes ma’am I just mix it into some tea to mask the flavor and within minutes my cramps are gone!”

“I would hate to be you, Bianca Stratford.” Chris was still laughing.

Bianca shook her head. “I’d really like to just sleep and tea isn’t my thing. I’m more of a Starbuck’s person myself.”

“What’s that?” Corky asked.

Bianca covered her face. “I don’t believe it. This is all a dream.”

Chris got up and walked around the table, leaning down to her ear. “Rise and shine sweetheart, you’re here for two months.” He walked away, leaving her angry.

She wanted to hit something and acting on impulse, she chucked her muffin at his retreating figure. “Asshole!” She stormed off to the bathroom to shower.

They didn’t have a shower; they had a bathtub. She groaned and stripped off her clothes as she ran the bath. They had placed her toiletries on the floor by the sink. Mrs. Bowers had a line of different bubble bath soaps. Bianca poured in the lavender scented and watched the bubbles form.

Once the tub was filled, she stepped into the water and sank in with a moan. She twisted her hair up and clipped it into place above the nape of her neck, leaning back as she closed the curtain around the tub. You’d think a pampered heiress would take baths frequently, but she preferred her stand up shower; complete with a seat and detachable shower-head for when she wanted to have fun. A bath was a nice change though. She closed her eyes and sunk lower. If she could live out the two months doing this, it wouldn’t be so bad.

Suddenly she heard the bathroom door swing open and someone walk in. They weren’t aware of her being in the bath. She didn’t know what to do. Didn’t anyone knock?! She wasn’t used to sharing a bathroom. A few seconds passed and they pulled the curtain out of the way. Chris was standing there fully nude with a towel draped over his arm.

Bianca screamed, trying to hide herself under the bubbles. He quickly wrapped the towel around himself. “Bianca, what the hell are you doing?”

She grabbed her towel and wrapped it around her frame as she stood up. “Excuse me? I was here first! Ever heard of knocking?”

“Not in my house! You could have warned me!”

They were both face to face, each with nothing but a towel on. Bianca looked at his parted lips, his breathing harsh with anger. She bit her lower lip wanting to kiss him, wanting to pull his towel away and pull him into the tub with her.

His anger melted away, leaving his eyes; he found the humor in the situation. “Why aren’t you saying anything? I know you’ve had to have seen naked guys before.”

Once again, she acted on impulse. Pressing her lips to his as she wrapped her arms around his neck. His hands went to her waist and she thought he was going to push her away, but he pulled her closer. She deepened the kiss, her wet soapy hands moved to chest as she made her way down to his towel.

He chuckled, grabbing her hand. “You New Yorkers are quick to jump.”

She smiled coyly. “That’s my secret to life. Impulse is everything. Like Nike says: just do it.”

He nodded. “And it was impulse that got you here in the first place. Start thinking about your actions, Bee.” He grabbed his clothes and went to leave.

“You kissed me back,” she said, playing with the edge of her towel.

He had his hand on the door and smiled. “I did nothing of the sort, Bee.”

She glared at him as he left. Jerk was going to deny kissing her? It was probably his first kiss. She smirked, getting out of the tub and drying off. He was a damn good kisser….