5.
February 15th, 2020
“Fuck!” I yelled when I tripped over the life-size Twinkie prop on my trailer floor. It was going to be used inWaves That Hold Us,andit also looked like a deformed plushy dick. Ross Jonas was one twisted fucker.
I placed my hands on the vanity table to prevent myself from falling, and then groaned when a familiar squeak sounded from behind me.
Rat. There was a freakingratin my trailer. I’d been trying to get ahold of it for the last hour or so, but the pesky little thing kept running away from me. Thank God I’d turned the trailer engine on before getting in, otherwise I’d have to look for the hairy fucker in the dark.
My trailer looked like a crime scene, with things either broken, torn, or violently thrown away. I admit that none of the above actions were performed by the rat; it was allme, but the annoying rodent was the reason why I had to reluctantly, and direly, unleash my…uncivil side.
“Choke me with a cucumber,” I muttered, and then straightened before flinching at the mess around me. “My bank account is so going to divorce me.”
I heard the trailer door open, and immediately turned to see who was outside.
Shit, was it a burglar? I had no weapon to protect myself.
“Jesus fucking Christ…” I heard a familiar voice say in a familiar accent, right before Zaira’s face came into view. She stepped inside the trailer, and before I could warn her, her right sneaker came in contact with the banana peel on the floor – curtesy of Mr. Rat – and she went flying forward. Her phone fell over with a sickeningcrash, which made me flinch.
“Ahhhhh!” she screamed, and right before she could fall face-first on the ground, I ran and grabbed her by the arm.
Her foot – the one that’d slipped backwards because of the banana peel – hit harshly against the trailer door, which resulted in said door to shut, andlock, with a painfulbang.
“No…” I said, and then let go of Zaira’s arm. “No, no, no!” I tried unlocking the door, tried pulling at the handle, but nothing worked.Of course it didn’t work.
“Why isn’t it opening?” Zaira asked from behind. There was panic in her voice.
I placed my forehead against the door and closed my eyes. “Because it’s faulty,” I mumbled, and then shook my head. “The repair guy hasn’t shown up to fix it yet. It’s been broken for days, and only opens from the outside.”
“What?” she yelled. “You’re saying we’re stuck here?!”
God, why did her accent turn me on so much? Maybe I had a culture preference, and hadn’t realized it until that moment.
I sighed and opened my eyes before turning around and facing her. She looked so adorable with her messy brown hair and those big black glasses. And damn if her wide hourglass figure didn’t keep taunting me every time I dragged my gaze over every worship-able inch of it.
Zaira was wearing skintight denim jeans and a loose bubblegum-pink t-shirt with the word ‘BUSTY!’written inside a comic speech bubble, right in the center of the t-shirt.
She sure was busty, that girl. It was hard – pun intended – to stay decent with those perfect tits of hers teasing me from behind that thin layer of clothing.
Focus, Underwood, I internally chastised myself.Fucking focus.
“Well, it would seem like we’re stuck in here, yes,” I told her.
“Well,” she mocked, and then fixed her glasses before shooting daggers at me, “then call someone to get us out.”
Whoa… What was up with her? She was acting like I’d stolen her favorite lingerie or something.
“There’s no cell service here, and I don’t have a landline in this trailer,” I said.
“Are you for real right now?” She stomped over to the only window in the trailer before opening it. “Try now,” she all but ordered.
I gritted my teeth at her attitude. This isnotthe version of her I’d seen a week ago.
“You think I haven’t attempted that?” I said with an edge in my voice.
“Try again. There’s no harm in it, is there?”
“Why don’tyoutry it?” I asked, and then clicked my tongue before looking at her broken phone on the floor. “Ah…” I shook my head. “My bad… That option is completely out of the question for you. How insensitive of me.”
