Miami. By the time 3am rolled around I was not only still wide awake, but I had also gotten hungry again. After some internal debate about whether or not some ice cream at this time of night would be a bad idea, I eventually decided that what I had consumed at dinner had already blown my argument for a healthy diet. So, I quietly snuck down the stairs, trying not to wake anyone. Since I had been awake all this time I had been able to hear each of the guys’ cars pull into the driveway within the last hour. There had been little commotion within the house, so I was quite certain that they had all gone straight to bed, which was fine with me. I wasn’t up for any late night conversation, let alone explanations about why I was up to my nose in a pint of ice cream at this late hour.
When I reached the bottom of the stairs I felt around the corner for the light switch and flipped it on. A move I instantly learned to regret. The second the light came on it shone down upon a nearly naked Noah and a scantily clad girl completely entangled in each other on the couch.
“Oh my God!” I gasped as Noah quickly jumped up and reached for the nearest article of clothing.
“Can't you make some kind of a noise before you enter a room!” he demanded as though he was the victim in this whole scenario.
“I'm sorry I wasn't expecting to have to announce myself to anyone! God! And in front of Grandma Pearl!” I shouted, beside myself with anger.
“Who?” asked a voice coming from the girl in her underwear, whom I realized was Amy upon taking a second look.
“The Urn,” Noah answered and pointed at the mantle which was directly across from where they had been laid out on the sofa.
“Oh, that's kind of creepy...” Amy made a face. I didn’t know what was making me angrier, the fact that she felt absolutely no remorse about being caught naked on my couch in my living room, or the fact that the thing making her more uncomfortable than being caught, was the idea of my dead grandmother being kept in a vase by the fireplace.
“It is NOT creepy!” I said sternly as I glowered at her.
Noah stepped in between us and scoffed, “You know, maybe if you had sex every once in a while, you wouldn't be so shocked to see others doing it!” It was the second time that day I had felt a physical impact from something he had said.
Unable to hide the hurt in my eyes, I looked down. Hoping I appeared to be seething with anger as I stood there fighting my tears, I finally managed to compose myself enough to face him again.
“Really? So this is how it's going to be now?! Fine, you want it this way, that's not a problem for me.” The words were forcing their way through my teeth as I was trying not to shout at the top of my lungs.
“What?” Noah asked, defiantly towering over me.
“You have a room! You should use it! You're not the only one that can be an Ass!” I shoved him in the chest causing him to take a step backwards.
“That's fine by me,” he retorted with considerable less steam than before. Noah reached for Amy’s hand and practically pulled her up the stairs. I held my breath as they flew past me, afraid that I would smell his cologne on her as she passed by me. For a minute I just stood there alone in the living room, staring at the couch which now looked somehow different, and wondering if it would ever look the same to me again. Then I turned around, shut off the light and went back upstairs. I was halfway back to my room when I remembered what I had gone downstairs for in the first place. Two seconds later I was back in the living room flipping on the light and marching into the kitchen.
“I came down for some ice cream! I'm going to get my ice cream! ...and maybe some cookies...”
I rummaged around in the kitchen for a few minutes and then retreated to my bedroom, sweets in hand. I had added a soda to my snack. Since I had pretty much ruled out sleep at that point, I figured I
When I reached the bottom of the stairs I felt around the corner for the light switch and flipped it on. A move I instantly learned to regret. The second the light came on it shone down upon a nearly naked Noah and a scantily clad girl completely entangled in each other on the couch.
“Oh my God!” I gasped as Noah quickly jumped up and reached for the nearest article of clothing.
“Can't you make some kind of a noise before you enter a room!” he demanded as though he was the victim in this whole scenario.
“I'm sorry I wasn't expecting to have to announce myself to anyone! God! And in front of Grandma Pearl!” I shouted, beside myself with anger.
“Who?” asked a voice coming from the girl in her underwear, whom I realized was Amy upon taking a second look.
“The Urn,” Noah answered and pointed at the mantle which was directly across from where they had been laid out on the sofa.
“Oh, that's kind of creepy...” Amy made a face. I didn’t know what was making me angrier, the fact that she felt absolutely no remorse about being caught naked on my couch in my living room, or the fact that the thing making her more uncomfortable than being caught, was the idea of my dead grandmother being kept in a vase by the fireplace.
“It is NOT creepy!” I said sternly as I glowered at her.
Noah stepped in between us and scoffed, “You know, maybe if you had sex every once in a while, you wouldn't be so shocked to see others doing it!” It was the second time that day I had felt a physical impact from something he had said.
Unable to hide the hurt in my eyes, I looked down. Hoping I appeared to be seething with anger as I stood there fighting my tears, I finally managed to compose myself enough to face him again.
“Really? So this is how it's going to be now?! Fine, you want it this way, that's not a problem for me.” The words were forcing their way through my teeth as I was trying not to shout at the top of my lungs.
“What?” Noah asked, defiantly towering over me.
“You have a room! You should use it! You're not the only one that can be an Ass!” I shoved him in the chest causing him to take a step backwards.
“That's fine by me,” he retorted with considerable less steam than before. Noah reached for Amy’s hand and practically pulled her up the stairs. I held my breath as they flew past me, afraid that I would smell his cologne on her as she passed by me. For a minute I just stood there alone in the living room, staring at the couch which now looked somehow different, and wondering if it would ever look the same to me again. Then I turned around, shut off the light and went back upstairs. I was halfway back to my room when I remembered what I had gone downstairs for in the first place. Two seconds later I was back in the living room flipping on the light and marching into the kitchen.
“I came down for some ice cream! I'm going to get my ice cream! ...and maybe some cookies...”
I rummaged around in the kitchen for a few minutes and then retreated to my bedroom, sweets in hand. I had added a soda to my snack. Since I had pretty much ruled out sleep at that point, I figured I
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