DANCING ON MY OWN (Charlie Puth)

T W E N T Y S I X

Showering has been a learning experience, considering I can't stand. We keep a chair in the shower so I can sit on it, and I refuse help with this task. The steamy hot water runs over the semi-scarred skin of my legs and turns the purple marks to a normal color.

I scrub the shampoo into my scalp and belt out the lyrics to the Alicia Keys song playing through the speaker. It doesn't matter how terrible I sound because that's what showers are for; to sing terribly. No one can judge you, because no one can hear you over the loud noise of running water, a closed door, and the thumping bass of the speaker.

I finally finish with my shower and then try to reach forward to turn the water off. The knobs seem to be a bit farther away than what I remember, so I stretch as far as I can, testing my limits. Then it happens. Just as my fingers touch the silver knob, my chair tips over and I fall into the tub. Damn it.

I whacked my elbow and caught my face on the edge of the tub as I went down. My flailing arms also took out a shelf of soaps and shaving cream on the way down.

"SON OF A BITCH!" I shout, rubbing my already throbbing cheekbone. It's safe to say that I did not go down quietly.

"Mia! Are you okay in there?" Charlie pounds on the bathroom door.

"Yeah!" I shout back, not wanting to elaborate because I knew he would make a big deal of it.

"Did you fall?" He shouts loud, trying to be heard over the obnoxious speaker.

"I'm fine." I wince at the pain in my cheek as I try to yell. The stupid water is still running, and I'm struggling to get up.

"Do you need help?" He questions awkwardly.

I let out a frustrated sigh, knowing that I am in fact going to need some help. Shit.

"Yeah. Maybe." I huff. The bathroom door was already unlocked, in case something stupid like this happened, so he let his self in.

Thankfully, the shower curtain was shielding him from seeing anything he is not supposed to see.

The still running water has started to turn ice cold now, and I let out a yelp. Charlie's just standing there awkwardly, not that I can see him but I just know.

"Can you reach in here and turn the damn water off before I get pneumonia?" I beg. He chuckles, but reaches his hand between the curtain and the wall to twist the knob to the off position.

"What do you want me to do?" He asks from the other side of the curtain after a moment of silence.

"Well... I don't know. I guess you can hand me a towel first." This is bound to be an awkward experience. Charlie did ask me to be his girlfriend, but that doesn't make this less awkward. We haven't been intimate with each other, I mean we've only been together for a couple of weeks now. The most we've done is kiss and we are both still awkward as hell about that.

"Yeah okay." Soon enough, his hand pops through the curtain with a large white towel. I quickly grab it from him and do my best to wrap it around my body. The water that's still pooled at the bottom of the tub immediately starts to soak it. 

Once I'm positive that every part of my body that I don't want him to see is covered, I start pulling on the curtain.

"I'm decent." He pulls the curtain back the rest of the way, and his eyes skim my wet body, only covered by a towel. I blush crimson, and awkwardly cough, hoping he'll get the hint.

He finally realizes that he's staring and smirks at me.

"Can you not be a pervert right now?" I joke.