Becoming The MC Princess

How About I Just Stay Single

Ah, the melodrama of a steamy shower interrupted by an uninvited guest. Here I was, luxuriating under the cascade of hot water, contemplating the profound wisdom of Drake's ability to stimulate not just pleasure, but an otherworldly euphoria. My muscles were as loose as a politician's morals, thanks to the soothing flow. As I lathered my luscious locks with shampoo, rinsed with precision, and slathered on conditioner, I couldn't help but daydream about the impending revelation that awaited me in the next five minutes. Oh, the suspense!

But alas, my tranquil reverie was cruelly shattered by the click of the infernal door. And who could it be, I think, but Brandon, the ever-intrusive disruptor of peaceful shower symphonies? Without uttering a single word in response, to me calling his name after, he barged in like a bull in a china shop, irrevocably rupturing the serenity of the moment.

Startled, I poked my head out from behind the curtain, my delicate sensibilities recoiling as if confronted by a slithering serpent when I realized it wasn't Brandon. And oh, what a sight it was! The snake, coiled and ready to strike, venom dripping from its forked tongue like the honeyed promises of a deceitful charmer. Its rattler bared, unleashing a cacophony of warnings, as if to say, "Behold, mortal, for I am the embodiment of danger and fear!"

In an act of sheer bravery (read: sheer stupidity), the serpent lunged towards me, and I emitted a piercing shriek that surely shattered the heavens. With the grace of a gazelle evading a predator, I hastily pulled the curtain closed, sealing myself off from the scaly beast's advances. The snake, thwarted in its fiendish pursuit, crashed into the tub, a comical spectacle indeed.

I, on the other hand, leaped out of the tub like a gazelle high on espresso, narrowly evading the serpent's venomous tongue once more. Oh, what exhilaration! What a thrilling dance we had engaged in, the snake and I, a waltz of survival and pure terror.

So you see, dear reader, even mundane activities like showering can be transformed into heart-pounding adventures. One must always be prepared for the unexpected, for life’s surprises are often lurking just beyond the bathroom door.

Kevin, burst through the bathroom door with the grace of an overly enthusiastic bulldozer, giving me a look that screamed, "Well, look who's lost their marbles!"

As I dramatically point my quivering finger towards the tub, I uttered those two spine-chilling words, "Radle Snake." (Cue the eerie music, folks.)

In a panic-induced frenzy, his eyes bulged out like a cartoon character discovering a jack-in-the-box. He swiftly grabbed the closest towel and swaddled me as if I were a precious porcelain doll in dire need of protection. Ever so gallantly, he escorted me out of the danger zone and into the cozy embrace of my makeshift sanctuary.

Naturally, I attempted a graceful escape from this treacherous situation, only to find myself sliding on the slippery tiles like a clumsy penguin on a melting ice rink. Sweet karma had me land with a resounding thud on my arm, further adding insult to injury.

Meanwhile, our brave hero decides to return to the battleground, armed with sheer determination to capture the elusive serpent. Will he succeed? Will the snake be vanquished? Only time will tell, my dear comrades. Rest assured, Kevin is on the case!

Kevin screams, "Oh s**t!!," and I hear my bathroom getting destroyed.

Then I hear a gun being fired in the bathroom, and I scream, ducking for cover. Once the gun is empty of bullets, Kevin screams and runs out of the bathroom, slamming the door shut behind him.

"Are you telling me after all that... The snake is still alive??," I almost cried, almost.

He looks at me and says, "Well, I was going to tell you something along those lines, but now I'm not."

I just blink at him as my bedroom door gets busted off the hinges, "Oh my goodness, It took you that long to come and help us??"

My father and a couple of other guys stand in the doorway of my door now doorless, with crazy eyes and s**t, "What's going on??"

"Did you even check to see if the door was unlocked ?? There is a radler in the bathroom," I said, pointing to the bathroom door.

My Dad looks and says, "There wasn't any time to check the door to see if it was unlocked."

All I am capable of is blinking up at him, as I point at the bathroom door.

"Why didn't you just get the damn snake and put it outside??" My father asked and I scoffed.

"It's a radler that is scared, and someone through it in the bathroom, while I was in the shower. It attached me first." I said.

He rolls his eyes, grabbing a pillow case off my pillow and walks into the bathroom. Five minutes later, and he is walking out with a boggling pillow case. Taking it away to do what with it, I don't know, but I decide it is time to move back to my room in the Tower.

After getting dressed, I started taking my things up to my room. On my way through the bar, I saw my brothers and their friends at their normal table, and all but one of them was interested in Kevin's, knew tail about the radler. He gets up when he sees me, and be-lines up to me.

"You need some help taking those up to your room??," Luke asks, grabbing an arm fool of my clothes.

"Sure, if you will do something for me once we are up there," I said, and he agreed with our question.

We walked and talked as we climbed the stone staircase. When we reached the top, we entered my room and placed the clothes down on the truck at the end of my bed.

"What did you need me to do ??," he asked.

Smiling at him, I said, "Kiss me."

He moves so fast, that he has me pinned to my bed before I have a chance to realize it. He is kissing me with so much heat, I am afraid to spontaneously combust.