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lose its warmth.
With the hot water entirely depleted, Chris reached down and turned off the shower. The pipes inside the wall groaned and screeched, making him feel a little uneasy. No way could that have been heard outside. It just seemed loud, because I’m right next to the pipes. Yeah, that’s it, he thought, stepping out of the shower .
As he searched for a towel his wet feet left wet tracks on the floor. The towel on top of the stack in the cabinet was hot pink and had a big chocolate cupcake printed in the middle. It made him smile. The bathroom cabinet was nice and tidy. The towels were separated not only by size, but by color as well. It wasn’t until then that he noticed the entire bathroom was that way. The various belongings on the sink’s counter were also arranged according to size and color. Chris made a mental note of this, wanting to see if Steve picked up on it later.
With a fresh shirt and underwear, Chris had no choice but to wear his old pants and socks. The blood stained jeans felt stiff and heavy. After brushing his teeth and combing his hair, he made his way into the living room.
Steve and Stephanie were sitting close on the couch. Stephanie held a school yearbook and both were pointing at pictures and laughing.
“Yep… that was me in the seventh grade,” she said with a grin.
“Man, you were a chubby little kid.”
“Hey!”
“Ha! Well, it’s true,” he smiled shoving her playfully.
“Shower’s free,” Chris said, walking up with his backpack sagging in one arm. “What are we looking at?”
“My yearbooks. Steve saw them on the shelf and just started pulling them out,” she said, and pointed across the room to a shelf full of color coordinated and neatly aligned books. “This is me when I was little,” she said, lifting the book for Chris to see.
“Cute,” he said. “Chubby, but cute.” He smiled at Steve having overheard the bug-eyed guy’s remark about her picture.
“You sure were in there a long time,” Steve said.
“Yeah, well it’s all yours now.” Chris rounded the long L-shaped couch, finding a seat across from Stephanie. Out of habit, he took out his laptop and turned it on. “Do you have Wi-Fi?”
“Yes, I do. It’s the only one that should pop up. None of my neighbors has it. Password’s cupcake in all caps.”
Remembering the towel in the bathroom, Chris smirked.
“Do you really think the net is still going to be up?" She shifted on the couch next to Steve.
“Why wouldn’t it? The power is still on, isn’t it? Just because the world seems to have fallen apart over the course of one day doesn’t mean the satellites are just going to fall from the sky.”
“Good point.”
“Hey, you should totally see what the word is on Sunday’s show, man.” Steve took off his glasses and cleaned them on his dirty shirt. “Got a few friends that said they would totally come. Going to be a big party after, I’m sure.”
“Dude, I totally doubt the show it still on. Last time I checked, the world kind of got taken over by zombies, or did you miss that? Not to mention, we are kind of missing a band member!”
Steve shrugged it off, pretending to go back to the yearbook. He seemed to lose himself in thought and Chris figured that Steve was probably still in denial about Mark’s death.
While waiting for the computer to boot, Chris looked around the room. Dark reds and grays unlike the bright girly bathroom accented the living room’s modern décor. Black and white photos set a certain mood. The large wraparound couch was black microfiber. The glass coffee table had a base made from a tree stump. It had feet carved to look like a lion’s paws. The room looked as if it would fit in a modern vampire thriller on the Sci-fi channel.
“I’ve got to admit, this is one of the coolest looking living rooms I’ve ever sat in. And that’s saying a lot, considering.”
“Considering?”
“Let’s just say I’ve been in a lot of houses.”
“I
With the hot water entirely depleted, Chris reached down and turned off the shower. The pipes inside the wall groaned and screeched, making him feel a little uneasy. No way could that have been heard outside. It just seemed loud, because I’m right next to the pipes. Yeah, that’s it, he thought, stepping out of the shower .
As he searched for a towel his wet feet left wet tracks on the floor. The towel on top of the stack in the cabinet was hot pink and had a big chocolate cupcake printed in the middle. It made him smile. The bathroom cabinet was nice and tidy. The towels were separated not only by size, but by color as well. It wasn’t until then that he noticed the entire bathroom was that way. The various belongings on the sink’s counter were also arranged according to size and color. Chris made a mental note of this, wanting to see if Steve picked up on it later.
With a fresh shirt and underwear, Chris had no choice but to wear his old pants and socks. The blood stained jeans felt stiff and heavy. After brushing his teeth and combing his hair, he made his way into the living room.
Steve and Stephanie were sitting close on the couch. Stephanie held a school yearbook and both were pointing at pictures and laughing.
“Yep… that was me in the seventh grade,” she said with a grin.
“Man, you were a chubby little kid.”
“Hey!”
“Ha! Well, it’s true,” he smiled shoving her playfully.
“Shower’s free,” Chris said, walking up with his backpack sagging in one arm. “What are we looking at?”
“My yearbooks. Steve saw them on the shelf and just started pulling them out,” she said, and pointed across the room to a shelf full of color coordinated and neatly aligned books. “This is me when I was little,” she said, lifting the book for Chris to see.
“Cute,” he said. “Chubby, but cute.” He smiled at Steve having overheard the bug-eyed guy’s remark about her picture.
“You sure were in there a long time,” Steve said.
“Yeah, well it’s all yours now.” Chris rounded the long L-shaped couch, finding a seat across from Stephanie. Out of habit, he took out his laptop and turned it on. “Do you have Wi-Fi?”
“Yes, I do. It’s the only one that should pop up. None of my neighbors has it. Password’s cupcake in all caps.”
Remembering the towel in the bathroom, Chris smirked.
“Do you really think the net is still going to be up?" She shifted on the couch next to Steve.
“Why wouldn’t it? The power is still on, isn’t it? Just because the world seems to have fallen apart over the course of one day doesn’t mean the satellites are just going to fall from the sky.”
“Good point.”
“Hey, you should totally see what the word is on Sunday’s show, man.” Steve took off his glasses and cleaned them on his dirty shirt. “Got a few friends that said they would totally come. Going to be a big party after, I’m sure.”
“Dude, I totally doubt the show it still on. Last time I checked, the world kind of got taken over by zombies, or did you miss that? Not to mention, we are kind of missing a band member!”
Steve shrugged it off, pretending to go back to the yearbook. He seemed to lose himself in thought and Chris figured that Steve was probably still in denial about Mark’s death.
While waiting for the computer to boot, Chris looked around the room. Dark reds and grays unlike the bright girly bathroom accented the living room’s modern décor. Black and white photos set a certain mood. The large wraparound couch was black microfiber. The glass coffee table had a base made from a tree stump. It had feet carved to look like a lion’s paws. The room looked as if it would fit in a modern vampire thriller on the Sci-fi channel.
“I’ve got to admit, this is one of the coolest looking living rooms I’ve ever sat in. And that’s saying a lot, considering.”
“Considering?”
“Let’s just say I’ve been in a lot of houses.”
“I
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