When she walks into the bathroom, I decide to get up and dress. After putting my shirt and boxers on, I can't seem to find my pants. Uh... this is an odd situation. I never thought I'd have to say I literally lost my pants.
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
I finish washing my face and take a deep breath, walking back out and finding Jace with no pants on. I stop in my tracks and chuckle, "Can't find them?"
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
I shake my head and smile, looking at her, "Least I found my boxers. I don't think your roommate would appreciate finding this AND a guy with nothing on downstairs on when they come home... Have you seen my pants though?"
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
You got rid of them. Yes, that's just like you. Getting rid of everything unpleasant instead of learning to put up with it. — Aldous Huxley, Brave New World