Frozen(30)

"Why are you in just a pair of trousers?" she snapped and made a big show of looking away from my chest and stomach.

I laughed, "Maybe because your banging on the storage room door woke me up and didn't leave me time to pull on more than a pair of trousers?"

Neala scoffed, "Whatever, just... just go put some more clothes on."

And miss her being this flustered?

Not a chance.

"Nah, I like wearing just these trousers. The fabric is thin and I like feeling the crisp morning air tickle me balls."

Neala reached down and grabbed a cushion from my couch and flung it at me.

I caught it and laughed loudly.

"Stop being a dick!"

"Never." I grinned.

Neala screeched in annoyance and left the living room. She didn't go in the direction of the kitchen though, she took a right turn which would lead her to my bedroom, dining room or my bathroom. And the bathroom was off limits for at least another two or three hours. Even though I cleaned up and the room was spotless - I wouldn't risk my lungs in that room just yet. It was under biohazard quarantine until further notice.

"Neala!" I called out and quickly began to follow her. "Where are you going?"

"To the bathroom. I've been in your bleeding make shift prison all night, I need to wee," Neala snapped.

Oh, my God.

"Uh, Neala, I wouldn't go in there if-"

"I'm not listening to your bullshit anymore, Darcy. Just tell me which door is for the bathroom and I won't murder you!" Neala snapped, her voice close to that of a growl.

I leaned against the living room doorway and eyed the she-devil.

Feck it, she didn't deserve my warning, what she deserved was to inhale a lung full of toxic gas since she was the cause of the stench in the first place.

"The first door on the left, before you near the last door along the hallway," I said, smiling.

Neala didn't thank me, instead she turned, walked a few paces down the hall and stood before the bathroom door. She opened it and stepped inside, slamming the door after her.

Three seconds passed before she screamed.

"DARCY!" she bellowed.

I burst into a fit of laughter, "That's what you get for giving me the shits - smell what you caused!"

She screamed and cursed for twenty solid seconds then the toilet flushed and she all but sprinted out of the room, her fingers plugged up her nose.

"That is fucking vile!" she bellowed in my direction. "What the fuck? It smelt like something crawled up inside your arse and died!"

I continued to laugh as Neala stormed down the hallway by me, and into the kitchen. I followed her and watched as she took off her blazer and threw it onto my kitchen table, then picked up the tea towel she threw at me a few minutes ago. I grinned as she moved to the kitchen sink and scrubbed her hands and up her arms with water and hand wash. She washed her face with water and then soaked the tea towel in water and rubbed it under her arms then leaned down and rubbed it up and down her legs.

I reached over and shut the door then so she could have some privacy and clean her lady parts. I shook my head and smiled as she continued to curse up a storm in the kitchen.

"I can't believe I've to freshen up in your kitchen with your pervy parrot looking at my vagina like it's a foreign object!"

I laughed out loud and shook my head.

She was awesome.

After few minutes passed by, Neala opened the kitchen door and glared at me with a plastic bag in her hand.

"What in there?" I asked.

"The tea towel I used to clean myself and me knickers," Neala snippily replied.

Her knickers were in that bag?

I swallowed as filthy thoughts surged throughout my mind.

"You're going commando?" I asked, shocked.

Neala continued to glare at me. "I could hardly leave me underwear on, I wore them all day yesterday and all of last night… I need a fresh pair but since I don't have any I have to go commando. Is that okay with you?" she snapped.

I shrugged my shoulders. "I don't care what you do with your knickers," I replied then cleared my suddenly dry throat.

"Good," Neala hissed as she turned and walked over to the bin in the kitchen and thrust the plastic bag into it. I was silent as she did the task and turned back to face me.

She huffed as she walked out of the kitchen and passed by me to go down my hallway.

I sighed, "Where are you going now?"

"Where do you think I'm going? I'm going in search of the doll that you stole from me!"

Thank God, something to take my mind off her bloody knickers.

Or lack of knickers.

"I was only taking back an item that belonged to me in the first place," I replied.

Neala froze just as she reached for the handle of my bedroom door. "What do you mean 'Belonged to you in the first place?'"