The wailing of the alarm clock came to early, shredding in to the very nice dream I was having and leaving very little hope I could just ignore it then go back to sleep. It felt like I had just layed down on this nice, wonderful, soft, warm bed.
Shriek!!.. Shriek!!
Growling, I slapped off the alarm with malevolent satisfaction and curled deeper into the blankets. Light from the early evening sun began creeping up upon my bed, vengefully reminding me that I had little time to get up and around before Jac would come and dragged me out of the house in to the real world again. Ever since Chad and I had broken up, Jac had made it her personal mission to shove me in the " dating scene" again. Even though I tried to tell her I was perfectly fine, which in truth I was.
Jac's main goal in life was to party and "live it up" as much as she could. Where as my main goal was to… well I guess, I didn't have any kind of goal but partying was definitely not on the list.
Jac and I have nothing in common; except that we are so very, very different.
Where I wear black, she wears white. While I'm 5'2, she's 5'7. Where I'm curvy she's slender. I've short brunette hair and blue eyes, she's long blonde hair and green eyes. I happen to be very shy, she is outrageously outspoken. I'm blunt, she's charming. I'm straight, she's gay. A million things I could be name and she'd be the exact opposite of me, in all things except our values and our friendship.
Jac lives across the hall from me and was actually the first person I met when I moved into town 2 years ago. This had been my first trip to the "big city" so I was very nervous and horribly shy. I had work aplenty to do, us computer analyst usually do, but was defiantly not a social person. Jac had introduced herself then invited herself in for coffee. And that as they say was that. A few months later she introduced me to Chad.
Realizing that Saturday night was fast approaching, and that Jac had been less than willing to be satisfied with my cooperation last night (she'd made me go clubbing all over town), I reluctantly climbed out of my comfy bed and trekked to the shower.
I love living alone; No waiting on the bathroom, not having to wear clothes, no one steeling the last of the chocolate in the fridge. *sigh*
Slipping into the shower and turning it up on hot, I stretch out and yawn, attempting to wake up a bit. The hot water slides down over me and the steam curls around me leaving moist liquid heat seeping onto my skin. Even on bad days, a hot shower always feels sinfully good.
By the time I have gotten out of my long shower and dressed in a black T-shirt that said 'I Bite' with the vampire smiley face on it, black pants, and my "out" boots, Jac had arrived with her "crew" in tow. They were all in my living room lounging around laughing, ready and rearing to go.
And go we did. To all the clubs we'd missed the night before and a few more I hadn't even know existed. Around 3 o clock I called a halt to my involvement and said I was off to bed. Lots of groans and joking were sent my way but I laughted and said my goodnight.
Jac stopped me by the door.
"Sweetie? You ok?" she asked concerned.
My weary grin, "Yeah, just a bit tired."
She laughs, "Yeah me too."
I glance around. "Where's Sahra?" (Sahra is Jac's current girl friend. She's lasted a bit longer than Jac's other ones.)
She frowns a little. "I don't know. She was suppose to be here around 2:30. She hasn't showed yet."
I frown, Jac never frowns. "She's been doing that a lot lately hasn't she, showing up late or not at all?"
"Yeah a little I suppose." She mumbles, and then glances over my shoulder to the door. Relief smiles on her face, "There she is!"
Happy she is back to herself again I give her a quick hug and leave to catch a cab out.
The cab ride proves to be short and the walk up to my apartment brief. I'm once again relieved to strip out of my "out" clothes and stretch out on my very nice bed and its silken sheets, lulling me to dream my dreams in deep slumber.
A pounding on my door, tugs strongly at my sleeping mind until I awaken. A quick glance at the clock proves that I have not been asleep for very long, about 45 minutes!
Growling 'this had better be an emergency or I'll make it one' I stumble out of bed and snatch up a silken komodo robe. Cursing as I stub my toe in the dark and snarling as I grope for the light in the living room, I open the door.
"Bella!" Jac sobs, her face splotchy and red, She flings herself at me.
Abet shocked (Jac never cries), I tug her into my apartment and close the door.
"Hon, what happened?" I asked, worried. Hugging her as she clung to me. Making soothing incoherent noises, rubbing her back, and lead her over to the couch. "Here, sit down. Shah.. its ok.. its ok.." Still having no clue as to why she is so very upset.
Between sobs and hiccups, she told me that she and Sahra had broken up. Sahra had been mean and something about a lie.. I couldn't make it all out.. I just held her and rocked her, letting her cry but letting her know I was there too.
Slowly her sobbing and hiccupping became less frantic and her breathing more frequent.. I could tell she was about to drift off to sleep and had I been a lot less considerate I would have let her sleep on my horridly short couch, so I led her into my room and tucked her into my bed.
"Go to sleep." I said gently, pressing my lips softly to her brow watching her slide into sleep. In consideration to my unexpected bedmate, I left my robe on and lay atop the covers. I almost laughted aloud at the though that crossed my mind. No one had ever slept in here with me. Not even Chad who, although I had dated a little over a year, I had never had sex with.
