Page 8 of Molly: Part One
Chapter 3
Molly
I wake up with a start trying to work out where the hell I am. It takes a couple of seconds for the fog to lift before I realise I’m in Ryan’s bed. “Shit,” I mumble as my hands dive under the covers to see what I’m wearing, if anything. I’m relieved to find I’m still in his t-shirt and still have underwear on. I know I shouldn’t be concerned, this is Ryan I’m talking about, but unfortunately I’ve been in this situation before after getting drunk and at least if I know what dressed state I’m in, it gives me a clue as to what happened or what didn’t happen. The last thing I remember from last night was dancing around the living room and wondering why Ryan had such a weird look on his face.
I bolt upright in bed when he appears at the door smiling and saying good morning way to loudly. It’s then I realise quite how rough I feel and slowly lie back down to try to ease the ache in my head.
“Oh dear, you feeling that good?”
My answer is to just glare at him, like I’m trying to tell him it’s his fault I’m in this state.
“Here, I’ve brought you water and pain killers. When I had to put two bottles of wine in the recycling I thought you might need them.”
“Thank you,” I say in a really croaky voice that makes me laugh to myself. “Why am I in your bed? I was going to sleep on the sofa, I don’t want you sleeping on the sofa in your own house.”
“You slept in my bed because after you passed out on the sofa I went to bed but before I could fall asleep you came in here begging me for sex,” he says very seriously so I don’t doubt him.
“Oh god,” I say shaking my head, “you’re totally joking right, I never did that.” I feel my face get redder and redder and I start to pull up the covers to hide under.
“You’ll be pleased to know I turned you down, it was tough when you started begging but I stayed strong.”
With that I totally disappear under the covers hiding my embarrassment from him. “Oh my god I’m so sorry, I was really drunk, can you leave the room so I can just sneak out your house, then you never have to see me again,” I say from my hiding place.
“Molly, don’t say that.”
“Oh, that’s fine for you to say, you’re not the one mortified by your drunken actions.”
“Molly, look at me.” He tries to pull the covers from me but I’m clinging on to them for dear life. I hear him move to the bottom of the bed and peel them back over my head. I immediately cover my face with my hands to hide how embarrassed I am but I keep my fingers apart enough so I can see him.
After a few seconds of looking at me he apparently can’t contain himself any longer and bursts into laughter, not just any laughter, the kind that has him doubling over in pain. I can see tears filling his eyes he’s laughing so hard and I make sure to have an expression on my face which shows him how unimpressed I am by his joke.
I make a grab for a pillow and launch it at his head causing him to fall nose first on to the floor, making his eyes water even more. I decide that one hit is not enough for what he just did to me so I launch a full on attack.
Eventually my sense of humour starts to take over and I’m laughing along with him and at him, seeing as he is now curled up on the carpet rolling around holding his nose.
When my side starts hurting I give up and sit on the end of the bed. He pulls himself up and sits on the floor in front of me.
“I’m sorry, it was just too good an opportunity to miss,” he says to me, still smirking.
“How long have you been planning that?” I ask him seriously.
“Oh, since I got up about two hours ago.”
“You’re a dick, you know that right?”
“I’m sorry.” He puts his hands up in surrender. “Now go get your arse in that bathroom and get ready, we’ve got a lot to do today. I’ve already put your dry clothes in there so you can get dressed. Then meet me in the kitchen, I’ll have breakfast ready. Go.”
Ryan leaves the room and I make my way into his en suite after taking the tablets he left for me. It takes me a few minutes to realise what he has done but when I do I completely forget about his ‘joke’ this morning. Not only are my dry clothes in a neat pile on the unit but also there is a new toothbrush and a can of women’s deodorant next to them. When I look in the shower I see new bottles of shampoo and conditioner, nice girly pink ones. There is also a new shower gel, pink shower puff and even a pink razor. My eyes start to fill with tears as I take in everything he has done for me. He may have been up for a couple of hours planning how to most embarrass me on our first day as housemates, but he has also done this. It might sound silly because it’s nothing really but I don’t think anyone has ever done anything so sweet for me before.
Whilst I am in the shower I realise what I need to do. Ryan was telling me last night that I have got to do things for me and this is the first day of that. First, I need to ring my friend Shane and call in the favour he owes me.
I look at the time on my phone and realise that it is already nearly midday on his busiest day of his week, so I don’t expect him to answer but as I put my phone to my ear I’m surprised he answers on the first ring.
“Hey, how’s our number one grooms maid?” Shane asks making me smile. I first met Chris, Shane’s now fiancée at university, he was studying the same graphic design course that Hannah and I were. We all hit it off straight away and he soon became our gay best friend. Then not long after he met Shane and fell crazy in love and well, as they say, the rest is history, they are getting married in a few months. Shane is an amazing hairdresser, he is well sought after in Oxford and is always fully booked well in advance, so I’m hoping today is my lucky day.
“Hi Shane, I’m good, how are you?”
“Yeah yeah, can’t complain.”
