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"Who could this be at my door at this ungodly hour?!
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"Aaaah!! One minute!!" I yell as I roll out of my bed to see who is knocking at my door at 2:37 in the damn morning. I stumble through my apartment as if I haven't been living there for the past 2 years with the same furniture placement.
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I finally make it to the door and open it and what I see shocks me; sunlight bursts through and illuminates my home. I'm so confused; I could swear that my clock said about 2:30 something in the morning. My eyes focus and adjust to see my friend at the door with a bewildered look on her face. Her expression quickly changes to anger when I asked for the time.
"It's 2-fucking-30 Jai!! 2:30!! YOU told me to come over here so that you could help me with this software! Do you know how much trouble it took for me to reschedule my appointments today?! I had to -". My brain drowns her out as I try to remember what I drank last night. I close the door behind her as she makes her way into the now lighted apartment. I offer her a drink as I grab myself a bottle of water to help sober up.
"Lyrik! Lyrik!! Lyrik!!" I exclaimed over her voice. "Calm down. You're here now and I'm up. I told you I'd help you with this and that's what I'm gonna do. I'll make it up to you. I'll buy you lunch or something. Ok? Have a seat over there on the couch and I'll grab my laptop so we can get started." I grab my laptop from the bedroom and head back to the living room. I sit down next to her on the emerald green couch that's only big enough for the two of us, start it up for her, and get the software running. "Scroll through my pictures and find one that you think you would like to edit. I'm about to take a shower."
"I wasn't gon' say anything with ya funky butt", she says jokingly.
I start a hot shower and step in. The water feels so good hitting my skin and washing away the amnesia of last night. I close my eyes and relive as many moments as necessary for me to figure out why I can't remember most of the night; then it hits me: I ate the worm when I finished the tequila bottle! Never again! I laugh to myself as I wash away grit, sweat, and the scent of wasted alcohol with my Axe Body Wash. I immerse myself in the body wash's ambiance and find myself in an even greater state of relaxation. I step out of the shower, grab a towel, wrap it around my waist, and head to my bedroom.
"Jai!! I can't get into the pictures because you have a password on them."
"Oh, my bad. One second", I tell her as I lean over and put the password in for her. "There you go."
"H-huh? Oh. Um. Yeah. Th-thanks", she stutters. She stares at my dripping wet chest before her eyes fall to my towel and the bulge it's concealing. "Boy, go put some clothes on. Nobody wants to see all that", she states in a flustered tone while clearing her throat.
I laugh to myself and head to the bedroom. Normally I prefer to walk around the house naked until I'm dry but I can't since she's over right now. I quickly dry off and put on my favorite pair of basketball shorts. They're red with a somewhat wide black stripe on the left pant leg that flairs out towards the bottom of the shorts. I pull the drawstring, but not tightly, and head back into the living room.
I notice she's found my folder of women's heels and feet. I immediately run over to her and take the laptop away to close the folder. "Um...You must have a thing for feet or something? What's up with all THESE pictures?"
"So, um...yeah. Can we go ahead and get started please?" I ask nervously while finding a picture to edit. "Here we go", I mutter as I begin showing her the basics that I've taught myself on the Adobe Photoshop software.
About 2 hours pass and I decide to get myself a bottle of water. "Hey, you want anything to drink while I'm up?"
"No thank you; but I wouldn't mind a foot massage. I've been standing aaaaaaall day & could really use one." A loud noise is heard from the cups I knocked over as I hear her say that in a sly voice. "Everything ok in there?" she asks in the same tone.
"Y-yeah. I'm fine."
I make my way around the corner to find her resting with her back against the left armrest of the couch and her pink flip flops on the floor as she wiggles her toes. She smiles at me as she lifts her legs to make room for me to sit down. My eyes marvel at her baby blue painted toes as they point to the ceiling showing off the arch in her feet. They travel down to her slightly toned calf muscles until they get to where her thick caramel thighs end and her white and very, very short-shorts begin. Her shorts are so thin that I can even see the bright orange boyshorts she has on underneath.