Pulling her close, her perfume the heat that radiates from her. The smell of her shampoo as I whisper in her ear, her hands moving along my stomach, her fingers splayed out and if I just move my head I can kiss that spot.

“Well I’m just going to assume that your Alex…want to see a really hot chick.” right behave…try to not touch her, to not kiss her. Shit this is going to be hard.

“Hi…” forgetting that she was there, the feeling of guilt and I have to make it up to her.

“Uh yeah this is Alexis…” turning away from her, and I miss her touch.

“I’m Alice Pieszecki…from the Chart.” she smiles her hand held out.

She shakes her hand, giving us this strange look…like she didn‘t know what to do. Walking next to her, needing to make that look disappear and I just realized that she’s shy. Nudging her shoulder with mine, and she looks at me with those lost grey eyes. This sudden urge to make her laugh to make her smile, to make her happy. I just want to see that look that she had when she laughed, the way her eyes cleared.

“Yeah we’re getting furniture.” she walks next to us her arm snaking its way around my waist, “so we’ll see you two later?”

They just nod there heads, waving good bye walking towards the doors. Alice pointing to some guy dressed in a black uniform, Jenny running out the door and I start to laugh again. For some reason it’s all I can really do…I just need to laugh.

“Ok so kiddo…beds.” she slouches her shoulders a little, her hands finding there way into her pockets.

I walk playing with her hand, it’s smaller than mine not by much but smaller. She shuffles her feet when she walks, her shoes ripped on the side. I remember when I was maybe eleven and I was living in this shelter in Austin, I got caught shoplifting duct tape to fix this hole in my shoe. Did she ever do that? The signs that hang over head directing us, and I can feel all of there eyes watching us. Turning down this long white aisle of beds, a small group of girls at the far end looking at this big bed. They stop pointing to me and Carmen, she turns looking at them then us. She wants to ask what the fuck is going on… and all I can say is that people are idiots. Shit I hate my past…does she know about the whole fucking wax thing or the god damn underwear thing.