Chapter Five: Apartment

     I wake up, I'm in a strange bed, in a strange room. I look at my surrounding. The wall is purple and inset in the middle of each wall is fur, or at least it looks like fur. It could be painted to look like fur, I would have to touch it to know for sure. I look up at the ceiling, bright cheery faces stare down at me. All of them woodland creature. It's slightly off putting. I now feel like I'm being watched. The bed that I'm in has white sheets and pillow cases. At least that's normal, I think to myself. Where am I? Did I get kidnapped last night while celebrating and now I've been brought to the world's creepiest room? If you were kidnapped, you would be tied up MORON, my inner bitch points out. The door could be locked, I argue with her. She has no response.  I look down at myself. My pants and shirt are not on me or underneath the pink tulle nightgown that I wear. If I were 7 it would be my dream night gown. How did this get on me? I wonder. Someone had to have put it on me, but who? I don't know, but I hope they have food and lots of it, I could really go for pancaked with blueberry syrup, a nice egg omelet with lots of bacon, sausage, french toast with whipped cream and syrup. EVERYTHING COVERED IN SYRUP. My inner fatty is drooling. “You're up!” I hear from a door behind me. “AAAH!” I scream and jump at the same time. I turn around. “Oh, it's you, Yoshi, but what am I doing in your bed?” I ask and realization hits me. Oh My Gosh, I'm in his bed, I'm in his bed and I'm not wearing MY clothes. Did he put the clothes on me? I really don't remember. I blush deeply.

     “Do you not remember?” Yoshi asks me, He's wearing bright green super plush pajama bottoms and matching robe.

     “No,” I reply plainly.

     “What do you remember?” He asks sound a little concerned.

     “I remember I went to a club with Priscilla, I got drinks, you came up and paid for them, then we danced, How did I get here?” I asked confusion spreading across my face.

     “I brought you here.” He says

     “I don't remember that. I just remember dancing and I woke up here.”

     “Well let me tell you,” Yoshi offered. “You got in my car and you threw up all over the inside of it before passing out.”

      I felt the color drain from my face. “I did?” I asked with dread, “Oh No, I'm SO sorry.” I begin

      Yoshi holds up his hand, “It happens, you were drunk you couldn't help it. I brought you to my place, carried you to the elevator, put the nightgown on you and you slept all night.” He says simply.

     “So, we didn't?” I ask

     “Didn't what?”

     “Have drunken, sloppy, terrible sex?” I ask.

     “No, but I did grope you a little, nice boobs by the way.” Yoshi chuckled.

     “Oh,” I say blushing. “Where did my clothes go?” I ask looking around the room.

     “In the dryer, I washed them, they were covered in vomit, vomit isn't very cute, you know and it's so unbecoming, but that night gown. It looks amazing on you.” Yoshi says with a glint in his eye.

     “Thank you,” I mumble. “You don't mind if I have a shower do you?” I ask

     “Go ahead, but I must warn you, it smells bad in there, I had to take a massive dump and there wasn't enough time to make it into a different bathroom.” Yoshi said squinching his face up. “I'll get your clothes and put them on the bed.” He said and left the room.  

     I get up and I have to sate my curiosity. I walk over to the wall on my left, it is fur, and I pet the fur for a moment. How odd. I think, but somehow it's kinda cool. I open the door to the bathroom and my nostrils are assaulted with the worst smell I've ever smelled in my life. I look for switches while holding my breath trying hard not to inhale. How did he not faint from his own stench? I ask myself. I find the switches on the wall by the mirror that sits over the double sinks. I flip the switches searching for the vent. I turn them on all at once, and I'm blinded by the vanity lights, but I'm also greeted by the wonderful sound of the vent fan. I have no choice but to take in a breath of air. Then I run to the toilet and vomit. I hope Yoshi didn't hear me, I think. 

     I feel much better after I vomit. The smell is clearing out quickly and I'm able to breathe. I open the clear glass shower door and step inside, then I realize I'm still dressed, so I step back out, undress, open cabinets looking for a towel, find a super plush orange towel, hang it on the shower door, and step back into the shower. 

     The shower is stone, and has multiple nozzles and knobs. I turn them on  and off one at a time discovering which knob goes to which nozzle. Once I find the main shower head, I adjust the water to the right temperature. I play with the last few nozzles and discover one of them blows bubbles into the shower. How cool! I think. I bring my head under the water and let the water soak me. I instantly feel better and my head clears.

     I think about Yoshi and dancing with him at the club. I thought I was dancing pretty well, but then again I was drunk. I hope I didn't ruin everything by throwing up in his car. I grimace. He did say he groped me though, I must not have fully ruined his night. The question was, do I really care that Yoshi groped me while I was passed out? I thought about this as I washed up. He had sponge bob shampoo and body wash in the shower. He's so child like, I think for a split second and then return my thoughts to the question at hand. Do I care if he “violated” me in my sleep. I wish I would have been awake for it, I discuss with myself. In the end I decide that I really don't care. I like Yoshi, I want to be with Yoshi, and maybe just maybe this is the start of a relationship. I smile. I wonder what it would be like to be Yoshi's girlfriend.

     I hear a knock at the door and I jump. “Your clothes are on the bed and breakfast is ready,” I hear Yoshi's muffled voice through the door. “Okay, Thank you,” I yell back at him.

     MMM, Breakfast I can't wait! My inner fatty, has the glint of insatiable hunger in her eyes. She holds a fork in one hand and a knife in the other she's ready to attack and eat whatever comes at her. I finish my shower, dry off and dress. My clothes smell great. They smell like fruity berry something. I inhale deeply enjoying the scent as I walk out of the room.

     As I cross through the threshold of the bedroom doorway, I look past a short hall and I see a big room that opens up. The carpet is a grass green shag, I didn't think anyone had shag carpet anymore. The furniture looked like mushroom sprouting up from the carpet. The affect felt like I walked into the pages of a story book. As I walk through the living room to my right is a opening I enter and find myself staring at a table filled with all the breakfast delights my inner fatty was dreaming of. My inner fatty lets off a triumphant yell and claws at me urging me to sit down quickly and start eating. I don't see Yoshi anywhere and I sit down and begin to put food on the plate in front of me.

     I feel my eyes glaze over as I begin to eat the food set before me. I put a little of everything on my plate and drenched it in syrup. I'm eating in a glutton filled daze and breaking me from that daze is Yoshi, I don't know when he walked in. I don't know if he said anything to me. All I know is he's staring at me with his moth open as if in shock. I blush, finish chewing my food and swallow loudly. I avert my eyes to my plate, and see that there are a few scraps of food, food particles and syrup surround my plate, then I notice my hands, they're sticky with bits of food sticking to them.

     “I'm sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt you,” Yoshi says quietly.

     “You didn't interrupt me, you stopped me from embarrassing myself further.” I say glumly staring down. How could I have been so stupid, I scold myself. Here I'm trying to impress Yoshi, and I've probably just blew it by gorging myself on food. Now he'll never want to see me again.

     “I don't think it was embarrassing,” Yoshi says kindly. “I like it when people enjoy what they eat, and you seemed to deeply enjoy your food. I find that to be the best compliment you can give me.”

     “You don't think I'm a pig?” I ask my eyes wide.

      “No, In fact I find it kind of arousing.” He says tugging at the collar of his shirt.

     “Really?” I ask raising an eyebrow.

     “More than you know, but enough of that.” He says quickly changing the subject and placing food on his plate. “What are you doing today, and the rest of this weekend?”

     “I have to work today, I have to be in at 12, I get off at 8. The rest of the weekend I have free,” I say.

     “Too bad you're already late for work,” Yoshi says between bites of food.
     “What?!?” I say in shock.

     “Psyche!” Yoshi laughs.

      I exhale deeply. “You got me there.” I say smiling.

      “I'll take you to work, but I would like to come and see you after work.” He says looking into my eyes, “That is, if you want to see me too.”

     “I would love to I whisper, Hum I mean Yeah, sure.” I say and smile Play it cool, play it cool. I repeat to myself over and over.

     “So I'll pick you up then?”

      “Yeah, Sound great!” I reply almost too enthusiastically. “So you groped me last night.” I say showing no emotion.

     Yoshi pauses and looks up at me, “Yeah, I couldn't resist. I hope I didn't upset you.”

     “No, I think it was kinda nice.”

      “Nice?”

      “Yeah, I don't know why though.”

      “Well next time I won't do that unless I have your consent.”

      “Okay” I say

      “There are things, that I want to do with you Shannon, and we need to discuss those things. I like you and If I want you to like me, then there are some things that you need to understand about me.” Yoshi says, a dark lustful look coming over his face.

     I felt myself become oddly turned on, “Well tell me.” I say putting on the bravest face I can manage.

     “Not now, tonight. Perhaps it will be something for you to look forward too, that is if you're tough enough to handle the truth.” He says saying the last part quietly, almost as if to himself. He rises from his seat. “Let's get you cleaned up.” He says walking over to me, He holds out his hand. I put my hand in his and he takes me back to the bathroom and hands me a super plush orange rag. I take it, run it under the faucet and clean off my hands and face.

     “Are you ready for work?” Yoshi asks me.

     “Yeah,” I think I'm ready. I say confidently

     “Good,” He says, “The car is waiting for us outside.” He takes my arm and escort me to the elevator, it's right in the hallway outside of his bedroom. He pushes a button, “G,” I recognize it, it means ground floor, surely, we aren't in... But I don't get to finish the thought. Yoshi is kissing me, fervently. I kiss back before he thinks I'm rejecting him and his hand find my breasts. He's holding me by the chest and kissing me. I get lost in his kiss, and the elevator beeps signifying that we have reach ground floor. I smile and wipe my mouth with the back of my hand. Yoshi grunts a little and pulls at the collar of his shirt. As soon as we step out of the elevator I instantly recognize where we are. We're in Yoshi's building “All Things Kawaii” None of the lights are on and the receptionist isn't there. It's Saturday, of course the receptionist isn't there, I realize. I smile up at Yoshi and we walk out the doors and to his car.