IR Day 17 - Dazed

You don’t know how long you’d have sat there if Ingrid didn’t come out to get you. She gently guides you back inside, where you see that Kayla’s working in the kitchen. You don’t want to see her. Your stomach is growling, so you go into the movie room, where the girls have settled down and are mostly watching or texting. There’s a snack station set up here with popcorn and theater-style candy in boxes.

You grab a tub of popcorn and a box of Reese’s Pieces and sit on a couch. Ingrid sits beside you as you mechanically stress eat, stuffing your face without tasting anything.

You tell yourself that none of this is bad. Kayla working here is awkward in a sense, but not a problem… at least, you don’t see how it would be. Not a major problem. And her being bi-curious isn’t a problem either. It’s just a lot. Is it really weird that Adella and Lara are hitting on her? She’s a pretty, stacked redhead with curves from pinup art. Of course she’s getting attention. It’s all normal and it’s all OK. You tell yourself that, chewing ferociously.

You… are not at your best, but you do remember your manners at least a little. Ingrid is beside you, and you put your arm around her and hold her. She seems to appreciate that, especially since she is not appreciating this scary movie. She didn’t mind that scene a minute ago where a frat guy was going down on a cheerleader, but now that there are knives and chasing and stuff… she’s not happy.

You get Ingrid out of there. As you pass the kitchen, you see Bee bending over for something, her black dress riding up to reveal milky thighs and white panties. It’s a magnificent view, and you are not the only one enjoying it. Kayla is stealing a look.

You are so done. Upstairs, as you and Ingrid brush your teeth, side by side, you look at the dark circles under your eyes and laugh. Ingrid looks at you questioningly.

You point at the circles. “Real attractive,” you say.

She just smiles.

“I’m sorry about tonight,” you tell her.

She shrugs. You don’t deserve her. Or maybe she’s trying to decide how to break up with you, now that she’s seen how crazy you are. You had no idea that Kayla was here. What else don’t you know? There goes your anxiety.

In bed, Ingrid lies beside you on her side, gazing at you tenderly.

You lie on your back, staring at the ceiling.

Finally, you look over at her. “I’m thinking about Lara fucking my sister,” you confess.

Ingrid’s eyes widen slightly. Yeah. That’s probably not what she was expecting you to say.