Prompt 5 of 31

The Writer's Book of Matches pg. 164 "You are not going to believe what I found in his bathroom."

Start time: 4:14

"Tracy!" Sheena screeched as she ran down the hallway awkwardly, with her hands behind her back. "You are not going to believe what I found in his bathroom."

Tracy dropped the couch cushion she was holding and hustled to meet her friend. She pulled up her size too small jeans over her round rump.

Sheena stopped, her eyes wide and a goofy grin, and produced her treasure. She held a multi-colored make-up bag the size of a small purse; and it was loaded.

"Sheen!" she screeched, running in place for a second.

Sheena dropped the bag to the floor and the two followed closely like vultures onto a kill. Tracy went straight for the zipper and opened eagerly. Sheena gripped the bottom and dumped it's contents onto the carpet. Pouring from the jagged mouth was a motley collection of items: lipstick, a dull shade; mascara; eye liner; dental floss picks; an extra large condom; a bottle of lube; a small, unlabeled, brown bottle; and a pink tampon applicator.

The girls stood back and examined the contents.

"Um," Tracy said, scratching her scalp beneath her unkempt hair, "What the hell is this."

Sheena leaned forward and separated the objects into three piles.

"These make sense," Sheena said, pointing to the first that consisted of the lipstick, mascara, eye liner, and dental floss.

"He is a beautiful rock star with a perfect smile."

The two girls sighed simultaneously.

"What about these?" Tracy said, returning to the moment with irritation.

She pointed two fingers at the remaining piles. The middle consisted of the condom and lube and the latter the remaining bits.

"He doesn't have sex, he's waiting until he's married, and we both know he doesn't have a girlfriend. What gives?"

The front door in the adjoining room clicked and swooshed open. Voices were talking to each other.

"Shit!" Sheena shouted. She jumped to her feet and helped her friend. She kicked the items and they scattered across the floor.

"Hide," Sheena screeched as hushed as she could muster, which frankly wasn't very much. The voices in the other room paused.

"What was that?" one asked. "Is that Harry?"

"No Jenai has him."

Sheena ducked behind an arm chair and Tracy hustled behind the armoire that contained the flat screen television.