Roommates
Chapter 45
After what seemed like centuries of me moping outside on the balcony, I decided to come back inside.
I found the television playing the Hangover, but everyone was scattered on the floor sleeping.
Kristina was comfortably cuddling in Tyson's arms, and Angela was lying on the floor.
But, I noticed that Brett was no where in sight.
He was probably sleeping in one of the guestrooms of this penthouse.
I decided to take a warm shower, I really needed one to clear out my thoughts.
I stripped out of my clothes, and let the cold, icy water splash against my skin.
It was so painful, but refreshing at the same time.
The water was washing my tears away.
After half an hour of clearing out my painful thoughts in the shower, I stepped out.
I wrapped a towel around myself, and sneakily crept into an empty guestroom that I put my clothes in.
I found my tote bag in the corner of the room, and dropped my towel.
I fumbled through the bag, but I heard a noise.
My head snapped up, as I paused.
It definitely wasn't me going through my bag.
Someone was in the room with me.
My hands trembled, as I grabbed my fluffy, baby blue towel off the floor, and wrapped it around me for security.
I quickly dug in my bag, desperate to find myself my flannel plaid pajama pants, and a white tank.
Ugh, where was it?! It was times like these where I needed my pajamas the most!
"A-Angela? Is that you?" Brett's husky voice asked.
My eyes grew wide in the dark.
Brett was the one in here?
Oh God, this couldn't turn out good.
I heard someone getting up, and pacing around the room.
No! No! Don't turn on the lights!
A split second later, the lights flickered on, and I stared at Brett.
He was rubbing his eyes.
I probably woke him up when I came inside.
Panic filled me, as his eyes met mine.
Curse myself for only being in a towel.
"Um, I, uh kind of had my, um, stuff in here." I hesitantly explained, pointing to my tote bag.
Brett stared at me with an emotionless stare.
I blushed from embarrassment, and turned back around to my tote bag, shaking my hands as I dug through my bag.
I reached down, and finally grabbed my underwear, bra, tank top, and pajama pants.
I cursed under my breath. Now they decide to suddenly appear.
"Could you, maybe close your eyes or something?" I asked.
I didn't want to risk letting anyone see me in just a towel, it would bring me to shame.
I knew it was pretty much pathetic asking Brett to close his eyes while I changed.
He didn't reply, so I took it as a no.
"Okay, then I guess I'm just going to-"
Brett stared at me one more time, before stepping out of the room, closing the door behind him.
I let out of the breath that I was holding in for a while.
Only Brett could make me feel so breathless.
I quickly dropped my towel, and threw on my clothes.
I took my tote bag with me and my towel.
Well, there was no use in sleeping in that room tonight.
When I stepped out, I found Brett patiently sitting on the floor, with his knees up against his chest.
"Thanks." I muttered before walking past him.
I decided the best thing for me to do without making anything awkward was to crash on the hammock that was by the pool outside.
I snatched a fluffy blanket out of a storage room, and pondered outside.
The bright blue pool seemed brighter in the dark, since there were lights installed in the pool to making things safer.
I sat on the white knitted hammock, which there was a tent above it.
I positioned myself to the side, and pulled the blanket up to my neck.
I closed my eyes tightly.
A tear slipped from my eyes, as I controlled myself from not panting too loudly.