Can I use your bathroom
"Can you believe it? Your friend Daisy was crying over something that has already happened," Justin said as he walked into the house after seeing Daisy.
"Why was she mad at you?" I asked, following him. Justin didn’t reply. He just sat down, looking lost in thought.
"Why was Daisy crying?" I asked again, standing in front of him.
He opened his hands and said, "She was crying because I left her mum."
"That might not be it," I replied. "Don’t you think she could have had a misunderstanding with her boyfriend?"
"Even I thought that at first," Justin said. "But she was so sincere. She asked if we could get back together or if I could stay with her mum for a few days."
When Justin said that, I studied his face to see if he was considering it. Love can be selfish sometimes. I didn’t want to share Justin with anyone, yet I reminded myself he had belonged to someone else before me.
"Did you agree with her?" I asked after a pause, trying to sound casual.
"Why would I do that? Juliana and I are done. Nothing will bring us back together."
Those words gave me relief, but I felt torn inside. "Excuse me; I need the restroom," I said quickly and rushed to my bathroom. Leaning against the wall, I tried to collect my thoughts.
What did I really want? Whenever someone got close to Justin, jealousy and anger consumed me, yet I couldn’t even bring myself to call him my boyfriend in public. How did I get here? What kind of love was this?
A quiet thought crept in: "When you leave this house, these feelings will fade, and you’ll move on from Justin."
Tears filled my eyes. It felt like I was imagining my own heartbreak, and the pain was overwhelming. I started crying, unable to hold it in. Suddenly, a knock at the door startled me.
"Why are you making those sounds? What’s wrong?" Justin asked.
Panicked, I tried to compose myself, but it was too late. He opened the door and found me wiping my tears. I hadn’t even realised he was in my room, sitting on my bed.
"Why are you crying?" he asked, his voice soft.
"I’m not crying," I lied, my voice shaky.
"Don’t lie to me. Your eyes are red."
I couldn’t answer. Instead, I walked up to him, wrapped my arms around him, and took a deep breath. Justin didn’t ask any more questions. He simply patted my back, sensing how hard I was trying to steady my breathing.
Without a word, he led me to the shower, turned on the water with his right hand, and we both got drenched. We didn’t remove our clothes, but the cold water soaked through everything.
Then it happened. Slowly, our lips met under the running water. The kiss was electric, unlike anything I’d felt before. It felt as though we were standing in the middle of a storm, and the kiss was our only warmth. I shut my eyes tightly, dreaming of a future I was too scared to believe in.
I didn’t know how long we stood there, lost in the moment, until an unexpected voice broke through the haze.
"Sadie? Are you taking a bath?"
It was Daisy. My heart stopped. How had she entered the house without us hearing her car or the door? Justin and I froze, and he motioned for me to respond.
"Oh… um… yes, I’m taking a bath," I stammered.
"I’ve been waiting here for a few minutes," Daisy said, her voice growing impatient.
My mind raced. Did she hear us? Did she notice how we’d been in the shower together?
"Did you see my dad?" she asked suddenly, and my heart nearly leapt out of my chest.
"I… I…" I struggled to answer, my words stumbling. Justin gestured for me to calm down.
After a deep breath, I managed to say, "He was in the living room the last time I saw him. I don’t know if he went out or to his room."
"Okay. It’s none of my business if he’s here or not," Daisy replied, her tone sharp.
I waited, tense, to see if she would ask more questions, but when she didn’t, I turned the shower back on to mask the sound.
"I thought you were done with your bath?" Daisy asked suspiciously.
"Almost!" I called out.
As I turned, I realised I hadn’t brought my towel into the bathroom. I hadn’t planned on showering, and now I was completely unprepared. I quickly stepped out to grab the towel, hoping Daisy wouldn’t notice.
But she did.
"Oh, you forgot your towel," she said casually.
I shrugged, trying to act normal. "I’m alone, so I didn’t think I’d need it."
After drying off and dressing, I walked over to Daisy.
"I’ve changed my mind," she said suddenly. "I want to reschedule my event for this Friday. Can you invite your mum and her boyfriend? Maybe call her now and check if Friday works."
"Right now?" I asked, surprised.
"Yes, now. I’ve already told some people the event might be Friday or Saturday, but I’d prefer tomorrow if possible."
"Why the rush?" I asked.
Daisy stood with her hands on her hips, clearly holding back tears. I’d known her long enough to recognise when she was struggling to say something.
"Daisy, what’s really going on? You’re worrying me. Is there something you’re not telling me?"
At that, Daisy broke down. She covered her face with her hands and started crying. The room fell silent, and for a moment, I forgot Justin was still hiding in my bathroom. Seeing my best friend like this broke my heart.
I gently patted her back, trying to comfort her. "Is this about your parents’ divorce?" I asked cautiously.
Daisy sobbed harder, confirming my suspicion. Her parents’ separation had shattered her. But why now? What was she holding back?
Out of nowhere, she lifted her tear-streaked face and asked, "Can I use your bathroom?"
My world stopped.
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