5. Crashed And Found
I yawn awaking to the smells of fresh roasted coffee and bacon. The sun shining bright through the purple mesh curtains. I think about how before saying 'goodnight' Allen actually called me Trinity. My real name. And how Sasha gave me 'depression pills' or so she says from Allen's bedroom. I wonder if Allen is depressed. The door swings open crashing my train of thought. I sit there and sadly watch it burn.
"Trin!-wait are you okay sweetie." My 'step-mother' Diana.
"Yeah I'm a hundred percent. What do you need?"
Diana is young, I can tell by the way she dresses, a way my mother use to dress when I was 5 or 6 with fake eyelashes and skinny jeans that define every curve perfectly. No doubt Diana is beautiful. "Your friend Paris is here."
"Tell her I will be there in a second."
When the door shuts I ravage through my backpack pulling out tank tops, spandex shorts, skinny jeans and quoted crop tops. After I pick out black skinny jeans with a Mean Girls 'You Can't Sit With Us' crop and race into the bathroom. The bathroom door is locked. I knock rapidly jumping up and down. The door fly's open and out walks Allen dripping wet with a red towel wrapped around his waist revealing a perfectly defined 6 pack. I shouldn't be staring but neither should he. I'm holding my breath.
"Morning Trin." He says.
"Mornin." It sounds choppy and weird, probably a little breathy too. He passes by me dripping holy water on my arm. Okay so I'm being a little dramatic.