Cree glanced to Michael from the side, slightly rocking on the couch. She turned to face him fully, and for a moment, her amethyst eyes grew a dark purple and she lunged out towards him.
She stopped, inches away then shook her head as she got up. "Yeah...I'm..." She rubbed at her neck awkardly. "I'm gonna go shower, 'kay?" Without another word, she made her way to the bathroom.
Tiffany went back upstairs, she check her brothers window was closed and that her brother was ok. She didnt want anymore hate crimes like there have been before. She walked into the room Mikano was sleeping in. Tiffany locked the window then returned to her room and changed into her tarten sweat pants and a black shirt and climbed into bed.
Cree started up the shower, throwing her black towel to the side as she stepped in underneath the steaming hot water. “Just what I needed…” she murmured, though she was slightly annoyed.
She didn’t feel like walking up the stairs, but instead had used the shower in the downstairs bathroom. However, it had one of those moving nozzles that you had to guide with your hand. She stuck out her tongue as she started to unhook it.
“Blah, what a both-”
The next thing happened so quick, Cree could only widen her eyes. The shower nozzle whipped off from its hook, and swiped into the side of her arm. Her once crystalline shower was spattered with red as her arm bled freely from the wound. She blinked, the hardly used metal nozzle still flying around. It swung around once more, skimming the side of her cheek whereas she snapped.
She grabbed the nozzle, her eyebrow twitching as she ripped it off from the shower attachment. She threw it into the garbage nearby and stepped from the shower, her arm covered in blood, muttering several curses as she threw her towel around her.
Cree opened the door, then walked out down the hall casually, stopping at the entrance of the living room. She started to stick her head out, but stopped at seeing she had left a small trail of blood. ‘F*CK!’ she thought to herself, figuring she’d have to clean it up.
Cree forced a smile, sticking her head out into the living room to see her guest watching T.V. “Hey, can you do me a favor? Some gauze is in the drawer next to you. Could you pass it to me…or wrap my arm up…or both? She finished with a skeptical expression.
She made a face as he started to wrap her arm. "I'm...a cheap bastard, in a manner of speaking..."
He gave her a strange look whereas she shrugged and smiled. "I never bothered to replace the shower head in the bottom bathroom! Sooo...n other words, I'm an idiot! But anyways, after this..."
She pointed to her arm and the small cut on her cheek. "Minor problems taken care of, I'll get ready for school and we'll be on our way. You do go to my school, right?"
"Cool."
He finished up on her arm, whereas Cree smiled. "It should be all better by lunch but until then, I'm gonna change. Give me five mins, 'kay?"
Cree ran upstairs to her room, tossing aside her towel and putting on an olive green leather mini-skirt. She placed on a tight, sheer black top, thigh high black boots and a puffy white jacket before making her way back downstairs. She stopped at a mirror by the stairs and widened her eyes.
"Oh yeah!" She looked around for a small bandage, placing it over the small scratch across her cheek. She placed gel in her soaking damp red hair, figuring the wet curly look would do for the day then ran down the stairs to Michael. “Alright, I’m ready. Whenever you’re ready, let’s go.”
Cree walked up to the door, hands in pockets with her trademark jovial smile once more. "Alright, we should get going then..." She placed a hand on his shoulder and rose an eyebrow as she reached for the door with her free hand.
"Good luck with the 'blood resistance' stance. Oh, and you wouldn't have happened to be the slightest bit awake before you tumbled onto the floor last night, right?" Cree asked with hint of anxiousness to Michael.