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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…
“So what am I supposed to do for fun?” Bianca groaned, realizing they had no internet and they only had a local hunting show on tv. Chris threw a book at her and she shrieked. “Ew what is it?”
Corky laughed from the floor where he was playing with the dog. “It’s a book silly!”
“Scarlet Letter, it’s a classic.”
“I didn’t think people read these outside of school where it was a requirement.”
“We’re homeschooled. Well I am. Chris just graduated.” Corky felt like telling about his life.
“Yup, going to college this fall.”
“Where are you going?” Bianca would rather talk than read a book.
“California.”
“Huh me too,” Bianca said sarcastically.
“I’m going to college to learn. You’re going—“
“To party. Always going to party,” she winked. “So you guys read all day?”
Chris nodded. “That’s what I do. Sometimes when we’re really bored, we’ll go do this crazy thing, but you’re not up for it,” he taunted.
She glared. “Let’s do it.”
Chris stood up with Corky. “Go get your bathing suit on.” Corky raced off.
Bianca raised her eyebrow. “But it’s snowing outside.”
“Just put your snow boots and bathing suit on.” Chris went to his bedroom and she waited for him to get out. She didn’t pack a swimsuit, considering she was in Alaska. Oh well, what’s the difference between a bikini and a bra? Once Chris was done she went in and stripped off her clothes, exposing her matching red bra and boyshorts. She pulled on some black furry boots.
Corky’s eyes bulged, but Chris just shrugged his coat on, opening the door. “That doesn’t look like a swimsuit.”
“I didn’t bring one but this works too.” She pulled her coat on and followed them outside. “Shit, it’s cold!” Instant goosebumps trailed down her legs.
“Come on we have a sweat lodge a way down here.” They trudged through the snow to a room. Chris had already prepared it while she was getting dressed. It had a frosted door that Chris opened. “Quick get in. We need to raise the temperature.”
Bianca took a seat and took off her coat. Chris locked the door and sat down. “So what do we do now?”
“We sit.” Chris leaned back and closed his eyes.
After half an hour passed, Bianca was sweating. Her perfectly tanned body was shiny with sweat. She moaned, holding her hair off her neck. “I don’t want to play this game anymore.”
Chris checked the thermostat and grinned. “Okay you ready? It’s 109 degrees in here. Get ready to run.”
Corky and Bianca stood up by the door as he unlocked it. “Ready, set…GO!!!” He threw the door open and booked it.
Bianca squealed with the cold air hit her. She didn’t know where Corky and Chris were going, she just followed. Corky slid around a turn and chased after Chris. He stood by a pole out of breath, reading a thermostat.
Bianca leaned against Corky, breathing deeply. “Fuck, it’s cold.”
Chris cheered. “New record for the summer!” He and Corky danced around cheering.
Bianca gave a blank stare, still catching her breath. “This is the game? See how much of a temperature difference you can get?”
Chris stopped dancing and stared at her. “Yeah!”
Her face grew cold with anger. “I’m going inside. You guys are messed up.” She stormed off towards the house.
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