Chapter 1
It was past evening; around 6-7:30. The bathroom door opened. The person entering was a young woman with long brunette hair. She entered the room fully dressed of course (wearing a white sweatshirt, shoes, and blue jeans) with a hand back, for some reason. After setting the latter down into the sink, she walked right over to the bathtub. She then reached for and turned the faucet. And after hearing it come all the way through the pipes, she watched as the water sprayed down into the tub. Upon sticking her fingers through the running water (the latter of which was warm but not hot), she began undressing. After removing every layer of clothing she had on, she took one slow step into the tub. She then felt the running water as it sprayed directly onto her. After which, she closed the shower curtain. The water wasn’t that hot, but it wasn’t room-temperature either. Upon soaking her hair, she stood in the shower and relaxed for a bit.
But much to the young woman’s dismay, somebody else opened the bathroom door. Seconds past as that person walked slowly over to the shower. Right then and there, the mysterious figure grabbed the shower curtain and yanked it. “Boo!”
Not only did that get the young woman’s attention, it made her turn around and yelp.
“Gotcha” the other person belched with a grin. He was a man with long-blonde hair, wearing a red-flannel shirt.
“Jesus Christ, Andrew!” the young woman yelled; she didn’t bother covering herself, as she was apparently too startled to do so. “A: That wasn’t funny! B: What do you think this is, a remake of Psycho!?”
Andrew then scoffed, “If it was, I’d be doing three things: wearing drag, holding a knife, and stabbing you repeatedly with it.”
To which, the young woman looked at both of the man’s hands.
After looking down, Andrew held them up. “Are you serious?” he asked, implying that the young woman dared to even think that.
“No,” the young woman belched.
“Okay,” Andrew responded, shrugging unsure, “I hope not.”
