When Rose left I started a bath and put the oils and sents into it. I found some insence I liked, and lit it in the bathroom. When the tub was full, I undressed and climbed in. Then I took several deep, meditating breaths. Before I knew it I started to doze off. "Already undressed. Just how I like you, Love." I heard. I jumped up, startled and saw Charlie sitting on the toilet. I imediatly tried to cover myself. "Oh stop. I've seen it before. And I don't mind seeing it again." He said, and winked. "I'm going crazy." I said to yourself. "No, you aren't Love." He said. "Yes I am. I'm imagining this." I said shutting my eyes tight. "No. You really are seeing me right now." He said. I opened one eye, then the other and looked at him. He was waring the clothes he had on when he died. "Are you a ghost?" I asked him. "No." He said. "An...Angel?" I asked, and he laughed. "That, I am not." He said. "Just my imagination?" I asked. "No. I don't know what exactly, but none of those things seem to quite fit." He said. The more I looked at him, the more I wanted to cry. "Oh, don't start crying again, Love. It doesn't suit you." He told me. "I'll try to explain. Robyn, I killed myself. From what I gather, in doing so, whatever is the afterlife is off limits to me. I'm kind of in a limbo I guess." He said. "Purgatory?" I asked. "No, I don't think so. I mean, I think that comes next." He said. "You lost me." I told him. "I know. I lost myself." He said. "I don't know why I've showed up here any more then you know why. I'm guessing I'm suposed to help you or something." He said. "With what?" I asked. "Getting over me. Helping you with losing your baby. I don't know." He said, and shrugged his shoulders. When he said that, I started to cry again. "Can't this all just be a bad dream." I said. "No. Unfortunatly it can't. What happened, really did happen." He said. "Do you think my baby is okay now." I asked. "I know he is just fine." Charlie said. "He?" I asked. "Yeah. He. Looks just like Will." He said. "How do you know?" I asked. "It's confusing. Impossible to explain to someone who is still alive. Your baby was never born, but he still had a....a soul I guess is the only word. Again, I'm still confused by all of this. Aparently that is what happens when you take your own life. Everything is kind of unclear, fuzzy almost. Like I can't quite see the living world, and I can't quite see what is beyond it. Like I said, I'm just kind of stuck." He said. "For how long?" I asked. He shrugged. "Could be forever. I really don't know how this works." He said, then leaned over and wiped a tear from my cheek. "You don't deserve this." He told me. "What?" I asked. "What I did to you." He said. "Everything. I did love you Robyn. I was just too afraid to admit it. Even to myself. Then love turned into an obsession, and then life became difficult, and I would give anything to be alive again. Well, not alive again, but with you again." He said. Then I really started crying. "Oh, no. I've upset you again. Sorry love." He said. "Just know that what I did to myself, I did to myself. You have no blame in any of it." "But-" "No, you don't." He said. "It's so hard. To live without you. Without how things were." I told him. "No, it isn't. You're doing good." He said. "I really like Simon." "Me too." I told him. "So, stop holding back from him. I know he likes you a lot." "Really?" I asked. "Yeah, really. I think anyone can see that. I think he loves you. I mean REALLY loves you. More then I loved you even." He said. "He hardly knows me." I told him. "But he knows he loves you, love." He said, and I smiled. I closed my eyes, and leaned back in the tub. There was a knock on my door, and I sat back up. Charlie was gone, and I felt like I had been sleeping. "Guess I dreamt it all." I said to myself. I got up, put my towel around me, and opened the door. Simon was standing there. he had a light jacket on and his hands in his pockets. He looked upset. "Come in." I told him, and let him in. I went back in the bathroom and put my robe on. When I walked back out he was sitting on my couch. I sat down next to him, and he sighed then looked up at me. "What is it?" I asked him. "Robyn I-" He stopped. I thought I knew what he was going to say. "Simon. I'm sorry. I'm not being fair to you, am I? I have so much baggage. If you don't want to be with me, I understand." I told him. "What? No. I want to be with you. I know that for a fact." He said. "Oh. I thought you were going to say this wasn't going to work." I told him. "No. I was going to say I love you. But I know we hardly know each other, and that sounds rediculous. But I do." He said. I just looked at him. He looked nervous. I wanted to tell him I loved him too. But I wasn't sure it was the right time. I just smiled at him instead, and kissed his cheek. He put his arm around me and hugged me. "This can work right?" He asked. "Yeah." I told him. "Even with Char-" I cut him off. "I'm still getting over him. But I've realized I never will completely get over him. Just like I'll never get over my baby. But, I'm learning to live with it." I told him, and smiled. "Did I interrupt something?" He asked. "I was just taking a bath and relaxing." I told him. "Oh, I'm sorry. I can go if you want." "No, You can stay. I'm going out tonight, but you can stay with me for a little while." I told him. "Thanks." He said, and hugged me again. "Come on." I told him, standing up. I took his hand and pulled on his arm. "What?" He asked. "Come take a bath with me!" I told him. "What? No!" He said. "Oh, come on! It's fun." I told him. He just laughed and followed me into the bathroom.
When Rose left I started a bath and put the oils and sents into it. I found some insence I liked, and lit it in the bathroom. When the tub was full, I undressed and climbed in. Then I took several deep, meditating breaths. Before I knew it I started to doze off. "Already undressed. Just how I like you, Love." I heard. I jumped up, startled and saw Charlie sitting on the toilet. I imediatly tried to cover myself. "Oh stop. I've seen it before. And I don't mind seeing it again." He said, and winked. "I'm going crazy." I said to yourself. "No, you aren't Love." He said. "Yes I am. I'm imagining this." I said shutting my eyes tight. "No. You really are seeing me right now." He said. I opened one eye, then the other and looked at him. He was waring the clothes he had on when he died. "Are you a ghost?" I asked him. "No." He said. "An...Angel?" I asked, and he laughed. "That, I am not." He said. "Just my imagination?" I asked. "No. I don't know what exactly, but none of those things seem to quite fit." He said. The more I looked at him, the more I wanted to cry. "Oh, don't start crying again, Love. It doesn't suit you." He told me. "I'll try to explain. Robyn, I killed myself. From what I gather, in doing so, whatever is the afterlife is off limits to me. I'm kind of in a limbo I guess." He said. "Purgatory?" I asked. "No, I don't think so. I mean, I think that comes next." He said. "You lost me." I told him. "I know. I lost myself." He said. "I don't know why I've showed up here any more then you know why. I'm guessing I'm suposed to help you or something." He said. "With what?" I asked. "Getting over me. Helping you with losing your baby. I don't know." He said, and shrugged his shoulders. When he said that, I started to cry again. "Can't this all just be a bad dream." I said. "No. Unfortunatly it can't. What happened, really did happen." He said. "Do you think my baby is okay now." I asked. "I know he is just fine." Charlie said. "He?" I asked. "Yeah. He. Looks just like Will." He said. "How do you know?" I asked. "It's confusing. Impossible to explain to someone who is still alive. Your baby was never born, but he still had a....a soul I guess is the only word. Again, I'm still confused by all of this. Aparently that is what happens when you take your own life. Everything is kind of unclear, fuzzy almost. Like I can't quite see the living world, and I can't quite see what is beyond it. Like I said, I'm just kind of stuck." He said. "For how long?" I asked. He shrugged. "Could be forever. I really don't know how this works." He said, then leaned over and wiped a tear from my cheek. "You don't deserve this." He told me. "What?" I asked. "What I did to you." He said. "Everything. I did love you Robyn. I was just too afraid to admit it. Even to myself. Then love turned into an obsession, and then life became difficult, and I would give anything to be alive again. Well, not alive again, but with you again." He said. Then I really started crying. "Oh, no. I've upset you again. Sorry love." He said. "Just know that what I did to myself, I did to myself. You have no blame in any of it." "But-" "No, you don't." He said. "It's so hard. To live without you. Without how things were." I told him. "No, it isn't. You're doing good." He said. "I really like Simon." "Me too." I told him. "So, stop holding back from him. I know he likes you a lot." "Really?" I asked. "Yeah, really. I think anyone can see that. I think he loves you. I mean REALLY loves you. More then I loved you even." He said. "He hardly knows me." I told him. "But he knows he loves you, love." He said, and I smiled. I closed my eyes, and leaned back in the tub. There was a knock on my door, and I sat back up. Charlie was gone, and I felt like I had been sleeping. "Guess I dreamt it all." I said to myself. I got up, put my towel around me, and opened the door. Simon was standing there. he had a light jacket on and his hands in his pockets. He looked upset. "Come in." I told him, and let him in. I went back in the bathroom and put my robe on. When I walked back out he was sitting on my couch. I sat down next to him, and he sighed then looked up at me. "What is it?" I asked him. "Robyn I-" He stopped. I thought I knew what he was going to say. "Simon. I'm sorry. I'm not being fair to you, am I? I have so much baggage. If you don't want to be with me, I understand." I told him. "What? No. I want to be with you. I know that for a fact." He said. "Oh. I thought you were going to say this wasn't going to work." I told him. "No. I was going to say I love you. But I know we hardly know each other, and that sounds rediculous. But I do." He said. I just looked at him. He looked nervous. I wanted to tell him I loved him too. But I wasn't sure it was the right time. I just smiled at him instead, and kissed his cheek. He put his arm around me and hugged me. "This can work right?" He asked. "Yeah." I told him. "Even with Char-" I cut him off. "I'm still getting over him. But I've realized I never will completely get over him. Just like I'll never get over my baby. But, I'm learning to live with it." I told him, and smiled. "Did I interrupt something?" He asked. "I was just taking a bath and relaxing." I told him. "Oh, I'm sorry. I can go if you want." "No, You can stay. I'm going out tonight, but you can stay with me for a little while." I told him. "Thanks." He said, and hugged me again. "Come on." I told him, standing up. I took his hand and pulled on his arm. "What?" He asked. "Come take a bath with me!" I told him. "What? No!" He said. "Oh, come on! It's fun." I told him. He just laughed and followed me into the bathroom. We were in there for a while really enjoying each others company. We were splashing and goofing off in the water. "So, this is what girls do when they take a bath?" He asked. "Yeah. I wish I hadn't lost my rubber ducky." I told him, and he looked at me funny. "I'm KIDDING!" I said, laughing. "Yeah, sure." He said sarasticly, and I splashed him again. Isn't a bath suposed to be relaxing?" He asked, wiping water off his face. "Are you kidding? This is the most relaxed I've been for a few weeks." I told him. "Well, glad I helped." He said, and kissed me. "What do you say we get out? I'm all pruney and the water is getting cold." I suggested. "Good idea." He said, and we both stood up. I handed him a towel, then grabbed mine and we both dried off. Simon grabbed his clothes and we headed out to the living room. Simon dropped his clothes on the floor, and then walked up to me and kissed me. I smiled, and then moved over to my couch, and dropped it down into the bed. Simon raised one of his eyebrows. "What?" I asked. "I don't know. That looked so cheesy." He told me. "What did?" I asked. "Just dropping your couch into the bed." He said, laughing. "Fine, I'll put it back up." I said, bending down to lift it up. "NO! You don't have to do that, he said then kissed me. I kissed him back and he layed me down on the bed. I looked over Simons shoulder and saw Charlie standing behind him, giving me the thumbs up. I started laughing, and "Charlie", or whatever he was disapeared. "What?" Simon asked me. "Nothing. Come here." I said, pulling him down on top of me and kissing him.
"Sam." Simon whispered. "What?" I mumbled. "You are falling asleep. Didn't you have plans tonight?" He asked. "Oh shoot! I forgot! With Caleb's sister." I said, sitting up and yawning. Simon just smiled at me. I looked at my pillow and it was all wet from my hair. Simon sat up and I started laughing. "What?" He asked. "YOU HAIR!" I said, pointing and laughing even harder. "Shut up!" He said, climbing out of the bed. He started to get dressed, and I couldn't stop laughing. He pulled his shirt on, then walked to the bathroom. "HOLY SHIT!" I heard him say. "I'm using your comb." I just laughed some more and then got up and got dressed. I called Rose and she said she was on her way. Simon walked out and gave me a big hug. "Bye." He said. "Bye." I told him. He kissed me and then left. I took a deep breath and then walked to the bathroom to get ready for when Rose showed up. She arrived not long after. We walked out to her car, an old volkswagon bug that looked like it wouldn't start. It did, to my surprise. We drove about ten minutes to her place which is located farther into the city. She kept talking the whole way, but I was thinking about Simon the whole time. We got to her place. It was a pretty old house in a kind of run down neighbor hood. When we walked inside everything was neat and tidy, but random. There were just a lot of odds and ends around...nic naks, paintings, sculptures. I liked it. "OMAR!" Rose shouted. "JUST A SEC!" Omar shouted back. His bedroom door opened and a bunch of smoke came billowing out. I giggled. Rose right, Omar was attractive, but not quite my type. He was a little taller then me, and thin, but in terrific shape. I could see him doing a lot of yoga. He was wearing tan shorts and a black t-shirt. His hair was dark blonde, and in dreadlocks. He had a bandana tied around his head. "Hi, I'm Omar." He said, holding out his hand. "I'm Robyn." I said, shaking it. Omar sat down on a giant round rug on the floor while Rose put some music on. She sat down next to him. "Have a seat." She said, and I sat down. "Who is this?" I asked her. "Jewel." She said. "Oh. I should have known that." I said. "So, you don't smoke?" Omar asked. "No." I told him. "Never?" He asked, looking confused. "No, never." I told him. "It's pretty relaxing." He said. "Omar! Stop." Rose said, hitting his leg. "Sorry." He said. I just laughed. "So how are you doing?" Rose asked me. "I'm okay. I took a bath and used some of your insense." I told her. "Awesome. And?" She asked. "It was great. I uh..I havn't told anyone this, but I think you would believe me without thinking I'm crazy." I told her. "What is it?" She asked. "I keep seeing Charlie." I told her. "My friend, that killed himself." I told her. "As in things remind you of him and you see him?" She asked. "NO! As in he seems quite real." I told her, then told her what he said to me in the bathroom. "Whoa. No way." Omar said. "That is so sweet." Rose said, putting her hand on my leg. "I want to meet Charlie. We should conjur his spirit!" She said, jumping up. "NO!" I shouted. "Why not?" She asked. "Look, Charlie is confused about all this too. Or his spirit or whatever is. I don't want to mess with stuff and screw something up. It just doesn't feel right." I told her. "Okay. If you say so." She said. She sat back down on the floor next to me and Omar.
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When Rose left I started a bath and put the oils and sents into it. I found some insence I liked, and lit it in the bathroom. When the tub was full, I undressed and climbed in. Then I took several deep, meditating breaths. Before I knew it I started to doze off.
"Already undressed. Just how I like you, Love." I heard. I jumped up, startled and saw Charlie sitting on the toilet. I imediatly tried to cover myself.
"Oh stop. I've seen it before. And I don't mind seeing it again." He said, and winked.
"I'm going crazy." I said to yourself.
"No, you aren't Love." He said.
"Yes I am. I'm imagining this." I said shutting my eyes tight.
"No. You really are seeing me right now." He said. I opened one eye, then the other and looked at him. He was waring the clothes he had on when he died.
"Are you a ghost?" I asked him.
"No." He said.
"An...Angel?" I asked, and he laughed.
"That, I am not." He said.
"Just my imagination?" I asked.
"No. I don't know what exactly, but none of those things seem to quite fit." He said. The more I looked at him, the more I wanted to cry.
"Oh, don't start crying again, Love. It doesn't suit you." He told me. "I'll try to explain. Robyn, I killed myself. From what I gather, in doing so, whatever is the afterlife is off limits to me. I'm kind of in a limbo I guess." He said.
"Purgatory?" I asked.
"No, I don't think so. I mean, I think that comes next." He said.
"You lost me." I told him.
"I know. I lost myself." He said. "I don't know why I've showed up here any more then you know why. I'm guessing I'm suposed to help you or something." He said.
"With what?" I asked.
"Getting over me. Helping you with losing your baby. I don't know." He said, and shrugged his shoulders. When he said that, I started to cry again.
"Can't this all just be a bad dream." I said.
"No. Unfortunatly it can't. What happened, really did happen." He said.
"Do you think my baby is okay now." I asked.
"I know he is just fine." Charlie said.
"He?" I asked.
"Yeah. He. Looks just like Will." He said.
"How do you know?" I asked.
"It's confusing. Impossible to explain to someone who is still alive. Your baby was never born, but he still had a....a soul I guess is the only word. Again, I'm still confused by all of this. Aparently that is what happens when you take your own life. Everything is kind of unclear, fuzzy almost. Like I can't quite see the living world, and I can't quite see what is beyond it. Like I said, I'm just kind of stuck." He said.
"For how long?" I asked. He shrugged.
"Could be forever. I really don't know how this works." He said, then leaned over and wiped a tear from my cheek.
"You don't deserve this." He told me.
"What?" I asked.
"What I did to you." He said. "Everything. I did love you Robyn. I was just too afraid to admit it. Even to myself. Then love turned into an obsession, and then life became difficult, and I would give anything to be alive again. Well, not alive again, but with you again." He said. Then I really started crying.
"Oh, no. I've upset you again. Sorry love." He said.
"Just know that what I did to myself, I did to myself. You have no blame in any of it."
"But-"
"No, you don't." He said.
"It's so hard. To live without you. Without how things were." I told him.
"No, it isn't. You're doing good." He said. "I really like Simon."
"Me too." I told him.
"So, stop holding back from him. I know he likes you a lot."
"Really?" I asked.
"Yeah, really. I think anyone can see that. I think he loves you. I mean REALLY loves you. More then I loved you even." He said.
"He hardly knows me." I told him.
"But he knows he loves you, love." He said, and I smiled. I closed my eyes, and leaned back in the tub. There was a knock on my door, and I sat back up. Charlie was gone, and I felt like I had been sleeping.
"Guess I dreamt it all." I said to myself. I got up, put my towel around me, and opened the door. Simon was standing there. he had a light jacket on and his hands in his pockets. He looked upset.
"Come in." I told him, and let him in. I went back in the bathroom and put my robe on. When I walked back out he was sitting on my couch. I sat down next to him, and he sighed then looked up at me.
"What is it?" I asked him.
"Robyn I-" He stopped. I thought I knew what he was going to say.
"Simon. I'm sorry. I'm not being fair to you, am I? I have so much baggage. If you don't want to be with me, I understand." I told him.
"What? No. I want to be with you. I know that for a fact." He said.
"Oh. I thought you were going to say this wasn't going to work." I told him.
"No. I was going to say I love you. But I know we hardly know each other, and that sounds rediculous. But I do." He said. I just looked at him. He looked nervous. I wanted to tell him I loved him too. But I wasn't sure it was the right time. I just smiled at him instead, and kissed his cheek. He put his arm around me and hugged me.
"This can work right?" He asked.
"Yeah." I told him.
"Even with Char-" I cut him off.
"I'm still getting over him. But I've realized I never will completely get over him. Just like I'll never get over my baby. But, I'm learning to live with it." I told him, and smiled.
"Did I interrupt something?" He asked.
"I was just taking a bath and relaxing." I told him.
"Oh, I'm sorry. I can go if you want."
"No, You can stay. I'm going out tonight, but you can stay with me for a little while." I told him.
"Thanks." He said, and hugged me again.
"Come on." I told him, standing up. I took his hand and pulled on his arm.
"What?" He asked.
"Come take a bath with me!" I told him.
"What? No!" He said.
"Oh, come on! It's fun." I told him. He just laughed and followed me into the bathroom.
*NOT DONE YET*
When Rose left I started a bath and put the oils and sents into it. I found some insence I liked, and lit it in the bathroom. When the tub was full, I undressed and climbed in. Then I took several deep, meditating breaths. Before I knew it I started to doze off.
"Already undressed. Just how I like you, Love." I heard. I jumped up, startled and saw Charlie sitting on the toilet. I imediatly tried to cover myself.
"Oh stop. I've seen it before. And I don't mind seeing it again." He said, and winked.
"I'm going crazy." I said to yourself.
"No, you aren't Love." He said.
"Yes I am. I'm imagining this." I said shutting my eyes tight.
"No. You really are seeing me right now." He said. I opened one eye, then the other and looked at him. He was waring the clothes he had on when he died.
"Are you a ghost?" I asked him.
"No." He said.
"An...Angel?" I asked, and he laughed.
"That, I am not." He said.
"Just my imagination?" I asked.
"No. I don't know what exactly, but none of those things seem to quite fit." He said. The more I looked at him, the more I wanted to cry.
"Oh, don't start crying again, Love. It doesn't suit you." He told me. "I'll try to explain. Robyn, I killed myself. From what I gather, in doing so, whatever is the afterlife is off limits to me. I'm kind of in a limbo I guess." He said.
"Purgatory?" I asked.
"No, I don't think so. I mean, I think that comes next." He said.
"You lost me." I told him.
"I know. I lost myself." He said. "I don't know why I've showed up here any more then you know why. I'm guessing I'm suposed to help you or something." He said.
"With what?" I asked.
"Getting over me. Helping you with losing your baby. I don't know." He said, and shrugged his shoulders. When he said that, I started to cry again.
"Can't this all just be a bad dream." I said.
"No. Unfortunatly it can't. What happened, really did happen." He said.
"Do you think my baby is okay now." I asked.
"I know he is just fine." Charlie said.
"He?" I asked.
"Yeah. He. Looks just like Will." He said.
"How do you know?" I asked.
"It's confusing. Impossible to explain to someone who is still alive. Your baby was never born, but he still had a....a soul I guess is the only word. Again, I'm still confused by all of this. Aparently that is what happens when you take your own life. Everything is kind of unclear, fuzzy almost. Like I can't quite see the living world, and I can't quite see what is beyond it. Like I said, I'm just kind of stuck." He said.
"For how long?" I asked. He shrugged.
"Could be forever. I really don't know how this works." He said, then leaned over and wiped a tear from my cheek.
"You don't deserve this." He told me.
"What?" I asked.
"What I did to you." He said. "Everything. I did love you Robyn. I was just too afraid to admit it. Even to myself. Then love turned into an obsession, and then life became difficult, and I would give anything to be alive again. Well, not alive again, but with you again." He said. Then I really started crying.
"Oh, no. I've upset you again. Sorry love." He said.
"Just know that what I did to myself, I did to myself. You have no blame in any of it."
"But-"
"No, you don't." He said.
"It's so hard. To live without you. Without how things were." I told him.
"No, it isn't. You're doing good." He said. "I really like Simon."
"Me too." I told him.
"So, stop holding back from him. I know he likes you a lot."
"Really?" I asked.
"Yeah, really. I think anyone can see that. I think he loves you. I mean REALLY loves you. More then I loved you even." He said.
"He hardly knows me." I told him.
"But he knows he loves you, love." He said, and I smiled. I closed my eyes, and leaned back in the tub. There was a knock on my door, and I sat back up. Charlie was gone, and I felt like I had been sleeping.
"Guess I dreamt it all." I said to myself. I got up, put my towel around me, and opened the door. Simon was standing there. he had a light jacket on and his hands in his pockets. He looked upset.
"Come in." I told him, and let him in. I went back in the bathroom and put my robe on. When I walked back out he was sitting on my couch. I sat down next to him, and he sighed then looked up at me.
"What is it?" I asked him.
"Robyn I-" He stopped. I thought I knew what he was going to say.
"Simon. I'm sorry. I'm not being fair to you, am I? I have so much baggage. If you don't want to be with me, I understand." I told him.
"What? No. I want to be with you. I know that for a fact." He said.
"Oh. I thought you were going to say this wasn't going to work." I told him.
"No. I was going to say I love you. But I know we hardly know each other, and that sounds rediculous. But I do." He said. I just looked at him. He looked nervous. I wanted to tell him I loved him too. But I wasn't sure it was the right time. I just smiled at him instead, and kissed his cheek. He put his arm around me and hugged me.
"This can work right?" He asked.
"Yeah." I told him.
"Even with Char-" I cut him off.
"I'm still getting over him. But I've realized I never will completely get over him. Just like I'll never get over my baby. But, I'm learning to live with it." I told him, and smiled.
"Did I interrupt something?" He asked.
"I was just taking a bath and relaxing." I told him.
"Oh, I'm sorry. I can go if you want."
"No, You can stay. I'm going out tonight, but you can stay with me for a little while." I told him.
"Thanks." He said, and hugged me again.
"Come on." I told him, standing up. I took his hand and pulled on his arm.
"What?" He asked.
"Come take a bath with me!" I told him.
"What? No!" He said.
"Oh, come on! It's fun." I told him. He just laughed and followed me into the bathroom.
We were in there for a while really enjoying each others company. We were splashing and goofing off in the water.
"So, this is what girls do when they take a bath?" He asked.
"Yeah. I wish I hadn't lost my rubber ducky." I told him, and he looked at me funny.
"I'm KIDDING!" I said, laughing.
"Yeah, sure." He said sarasticly, and I splashed him again. Isn't a bath suposed to be relaxing?" He asked, wiping water off his face.
"Are you kidding? This is the most relaxed I've been for a few weeks." I told him.
"Well, glad I helped." He said, and kissed me.
"What do you say we get out? I'm all pruney and the water is getting cold." I suggested.
"Good idea." He said, and we both stood up. I handed him a towel, then grabbed mine and we both dried off. Simon grabbed his clothes and we headed out to the living room. Simon dropped his clothes on the floor, and then walked up to me and kissed me. I smiled, and then moved over to my couch, and dropped it down into the bed. Simon raised one of his eyebrows.
"What?" I asked.
"I don't know. That looked so cheesy." He told me.
"What did?" I asked.
"Just dropping your couch into the bed." He said, laughing.
"Fine, I'll put it back up." I said, bending down to lift it up.
"NO! You don't have to do that, he said then kissed me. I kissed him back and he layed me down on the bed. I looked over Simons shoulder and saw Charlie standing behind him, giving me the thumbs up. I started laughing, and "Charlie", or whatever he was disapeared.
"What?" Simon asked me.
"Nothing. Come here." I said, pulling him down on top of me and kissing him.
"Sam." Simon whispered.
"What?" I mumbled.
"You are falling asleep. Didn't you have plans tonight?" He asked.
"Oh shoot! I forgot! With Caleb's sister." I said, sitting up and yawning. Simon just smiled at me. I looked at my pillow and it was all wet from my hair. Simon sat up and I started laughing.
"What?" He asked.
"YOU HAIR!" I said, pointing and laughing even harder.
"Shut up!" He said, climbing out of the bed. He started to get dressed, and I couldn't stop laughing. He pulled his shirt on, then walked to the bathroom.
"HOLY SHIT!" I heard him say. "I'm using your comb."
I just laughed some more and then got up and got dressed. I called Rose and she said she was on her way. Simon walked out and gave me a big hug.
"Bye." He said.
"Bye." I told him. He kissed me and then left. I took a deep breath and then walked to the bathroom to get ready for when Rose showed up. She arrived not long after. We walked out to her car, an old volkswagon bug that looked like it wouldn't start. It did, to my surprise. We drove about ten minutes to her place which is located farther into the city. She kept talking the whole way, but I was thinking about Simon the whole time. We got to her place. It was a pretty old house in a kind of run down neighbor hood. When we walked inside everything was neat and tidy, but random. There were just a lot of odds and ends around...nic naks, paintings, sculptures. I liked it.
"OMAR!" Rose shouted.
"JUST A SEC!" Omar shouted back. His bedroom door opened and a bunch of smoke came billowing out. I giggled. Rose right, Omar was attractive, but not quite my type. He was a little taller then me, and thin, but in terrific shape. I could see him doing a lot of yoga. He was wearing tan shorts and a black t-shirt. His hair was dark blonde, and in dreadlocks. He had a bandana tied around his head.
"Hi, I'm Omar." He said, holding out his hand.
"I'm Robyn." I said, shaking it. Omar sat down on a giant round rug on the floor while Rose put some music on. She sat down next to him.
"Have a seat." She said, and I sat down.
"Who is this?" I asked her.
"Jewel." She said.
"Oh. I should have known that." I said.
"So, you don't smoke?" Omar asked.
"No." I told him.
"Never?" He asked, looking confused.
"No, never." I told him.
"It's pretty relaxing." He said.
"Omar! Stop." Rose said, hitting his leg.
"Sorry." He said. I just laughed.
"So how are you doing?" Rose asked me.
"I'm okay. I took a bath and used some of your insense." I told her.
"Awesome. And?" She asked.
"It was great. I uh..I havn't told anyone this, but I think you would believe me without thinking I'm crazy." I told her.
"What is it?" She asked.
"I keep seeing Charlie." I told her. "My friend, that killed himself." I told her.
"As in things remind you of him and you see him?" She asked.
"NO! As in he seems quite real." I told her, then told her what he said to me in the bathroom.
"Whoa. No way." Omar said.
"That is so sweet." Rose said, putting her hand on my leg.
"I want to meet Charlie. We should conjur his spirit!" She said, jumping up.
"NO!" I shouted.
"Why not?" She asked.
"Look, Charlie is confused about all this too. Or his spirit or whatever is. I don't want to mess with stuff and screw something up. It just doesn't feel right." I told her.
"Okay. If you say so." She said. She sat back down on the floor next to me and Omar.
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