This choice: Pete Checks Out The Bedrooms • Go Back...Chapter #7Wardrobe Malfunction by: Rita   "Well," Pete said, "Might as well set up my bed," Pete, deciding that was the most practical way to start the night, made his way up the stairs towards the bedrooms. Once reaching the upper floor, Pete saw a hallway with 6 adjacent doors. Trying the first door to his right, Pete turned the knob. It wouldn't budge though, the door was locked.
"That's strange," Pete shrugged, as he tried the door to his left, which was also locked, "What the hell? How are they going to sell a house if people can't go into the rooms?" Pete found the next two doors to also be locked. Growing frustrated, Pete found the last door on the right was unlocked. Opening with ease, it revealed to be a quaint little bathroom, with an old fashioned tub, porcelain toilet, and a similar porcelain sink. There were even shampoo and conditioner bottles by the tub.
"Was Tyrese planning on me showering here?" Pete was puzzled by the hair products, "Whatever, it's probably nothing," Pete decided that the bathroom wouldn't be the most comfortable place to spend the night and turned his attention back the remaining door he hadn't tried yet. Turning the knob, easily opening like the bathroom door, Pete entered what appeared to be a master bedroom. Light from the sunset, flowing through the large window on the opposite wal,l was cascading over the king sized bed's comforter, giving the room a kind of heavenly glow. With classy pictures of female models scattered across the walls and a full length standing mirror near the bed, Pete could deduce this room was most likely intended for a woman, but it didn't seem like he had many other choices. It was either sleep in the extravagant woman's bedroom or sleep on a couch somewhere downstairs.
"I think I'll pick the bed," Pete decided, as he noticed something blue poking out from underneath the bed, "What's that?" Getting on his knees, Pete fished out whatever was under the bed. Pulling it out, Pete found what looked like a woman's tank top. The top was white, with a blue flower pattern all over it. Holding it up, something fell from inside it. Pete looked down to see that whatever dropped had the same flower pattern. Putting down the top, he picked the dropped item. Stretching it out, Pete realized he was holding a matching pair of panties.
"What the hell?" Pete said as he dropped the panties he was holding, "Why is there a pair of woman's underwear under the bed?" Pete scratched his head and tried to make sense of the situation. "Probably..." Pete said, convincing himself, "Probably left by a previous owner. Yeah, she probably left in such a hurry that she forgot these. That’s it." Satisfied with the story he had created, Pete brushed the underwear off to a corner of the room with his feet. With that out of the way, Pete decided to see how comfortable his temporary bed was. With a leap, Pete belly flopped onto the mattress.
"Oh wow!" Pete exclaimed as he cozied up within the blankets, "This is the most comfortable bed I've ever been on! I feel like I'm lying down on a cloud on top of another cloud. I feel like I'm being hugged by a hundred teddy bears! I feel like..." Pete dozed off, overwhelmed by the incredibly comfortable bed.
...
"Ugh," Pete mumbled, as he stirred from his sleep. Sitting up from the bed, Pete looked out the window to see a starlit sky. Confused, Pete checked his phone for the time. "Midnight? Aw, man I slept through the whole afternoon, " Pete rubbed his head and chuckled, "I probably slept through all the spooky stuff that happens to everyone else who comes in here."
"Well, I might as well go back to bed" Pete kept talking to himself, as he stood up from the bed, "But first, to the bathroom," Pete made his way over the the bathroom he opened before falling asleep. After making his way to the porcelain throne and lifting the seat, Pete drained the lizard. After the deed was done, Pete gave his little guy a few shakes and turned his attention towards the sink. Always one to use proper hygiene, Pete turned a handle to wash his hands. The sink had other plans, however, as the faucet head violently shook and bursted off. Pete was too surprised to react quick enough, and was quickly drenched from water gushing out of the broken sink
"The shit is this!?!" Pete angrily asked the sink, which was was currently soaking him. Trying his best to regain some composure, Pete fought the pressure of the water coming out. Forcing his hand through the steady stream was difficult, but he eventually reached the handle and turned it off. The bursting water quickly turned into a small dribble before stopping completely. The triumphant of defeating the sink as short lived, when Pete noticed how soaked his clothes were.
"Shit!" Pete simply said, uncomfortably shifting in his wet clothes, "I can't go to sleep like this. And I didn't pack any extra clothes! This is the worst!" Pete sat down on the ledge of the bathtub and tried to relax. There had to be an easy solution to this and he was sure if he just calmed down he would find it,
"Well..." Pete sighed, "I could....   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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