Other than the fact the living room light is on, nothing much else seems to be in dissaray. You scratch the back of your head as you walk around the small living room. You glance at the coffee table to find an empty pizza box.
'Well,' you sigh sadly, there goes tonight's dinner.' After taking a quick look around the small living room, which held a majority of your video games, and movies (which includes a small collection of porn), you find that everything is in place. 'You walk over to the kitchen to grab something to drink. Before you walk into the kitchen, something catches your eye. You see a dark figure laying upon your bed. Walking cautiously into your bedroom, you manage to notice the unmistakable strawberry-blond hair even in the faint light. It seems that used her spare key to get into the apartment. As you creep further, you notice that she is wearing one of your favorite T-shirts, a grey, over sized and long T-shirt that you normally wear at as a night shirt.
You get closer and your smile fades into a frown as you look at her face. She seems to have been crying, you notice even in this dim light that there are faint lines from were the tears fell down her face. Anger pulses through you, your imagination running wild at what happened at her date. She whimpers in her sleep and tears begin to fall down her cheeks again. You ponder what you should do: you could climb in bed and comfort her while she sleeps or you could wake her up from her nightmare. |