Author Note: From this point forward, I will be putting “Communication Thoughts” in brackets, just so there’s no confusion.
- Drew
Chapter 12, Part 1
I slept away the morning on the surprisingly comfortable couch, waking to the sound of moaning. No, not that kind of moaning.
Afternoon sunbeams scattered around the room through the window, two of them coming to rest on the bed, right where Angel’s head would be had she not been laying halfway off the bed clutching a trashcan. I sat up, donning my shirt and pants.
“Ahh! James, don’t make so much noise!” Angel moaned pitifully as my belt buckle jingled.
“Sorry,” I said, silencing the buckle and trying my damnedest not to grin. I’ve always found it difficult not to laugh at hangovers. They’re funny as hell when they aren’t happening to you.
“Why are you yelling at me?” She cried as I started gathering her underthings.
[I'm not yelling at you,] I thought to her, [You're just hung over.]
“Oh,” She said, “That’s much better.”
[Here,] I thought, handing her her underwear. [We'll go downstairs and get you some painkillers and breakfast. Then I'll start teaching you the basics of thought control.]
“Wha? I know how to control my thoughts.” She said as she slipped her panties on under the covers, wincing at the movement.
[Yeah? Well we'll see about that. For now just finish getting dressed.]
“Can you turn around?” She said, after realizing that she couldn’t hold up the blanket and put her bra on at the same time.
[Why?] I asked, [I've already seen you naked.]
“I was unconscious at the time, and it’s the principle of the thing.”
I sighed then, turning around and walking to the door.
[I'll be outside. Hurry up.]
Standing in the hallway was an exhilarating experience, so much in fact, that words can’t describe it. So I won’t. Needless to say, Angel eventually made her exit, wincing as the latch ca-clicked shut.
It was then that I actually noticed her. She wore a pair of dark sunglasses and her hair was pulled back into a bun that looked far too complicated to have been put up in the short time she’d been alone in the room. She was also wearing a black and white pant-suit that may well have rivaled my current ensemble in price and cut. The heels she wore seemed dangerously high and I found it amazing that she was able to walk in them in her condition.
And over it all, sat my new coat, it’s ends only slightly dragging on the ground thanks to her shoes.
When she noticed me staring, she tipped the sunglasses down, looking at me over the rims.
“How do I look?”
“How do I look?”
Pretty damn good, I’d say.
Funny chapter.
Wait, how DID she do up her hair that fast??
Hey bud I just caught up on the story. Its great. Keep it up.
Wow Angel’s really hungover, probably for the first time in her life. That’s funny stuff.
Like all good stories I am on hooks waiting for the next part!
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Any chance of that changing?