Pink Lady

Chapter 5

Pink Lady(5)

Chapter FIVE: For Now

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Actor's Quarters
(A day off after two months of solid work)
7:05 AM

Call me crazy but there's nothing better than a crisp November morning to get me cleaning. And when I get cleaning I pull out all I can to make every single corner a spotless livable space. Yes, a closet neat freak. Hate me. So this bright early morning I decided to clean up after nearly everybody.

You heard, right.

EVERYBODY.

After I was done in the kitchen and vacuumed the living room and all the dirty couches, I moved over to the rooms where nearly every cast member was still asleep. Yesterday, I asked my roommates to change their bed sheets as I always do every week. They left the comforters, sheets and pillow cases in the middle of the room in a giant pile. The three girls slept in Emma's bed in a some spare sheets and a thick single blanket. I loved them. They always try to do their part when I suddenly get the urge to clean. Today, I fear, the urge has tripled and nothing good can come out of that.

I quickly scooped up the mountain of fabric and carried it to the laundry room. In a minute flat I got three loads going. I ran back upstairs and got my own load of laundry to wash. I was in the middle of gathering all my sweaty tanks when I hear some soft footsteps coming my way.

"Caitlyn, do you need some help?" Emma yawned and stretched.

"Oh I'm fine really."

"How much have you done?"

I looked around our room. It was almost restored to it's former glory when I first step in here that first day. Heck, even Louisa learn a trick or two from me and kept her corner tidier than usual.

"Um I've done the whole first floor." I admitted shyly. I didn't like to be outspoken about this unusual habit of mine. It's the reason why I had to get up early and clean. Nobody had a clue that it was me that cleaned. They never asked, most just assumed it was the house cleaner but she just cleans up the grimiest room and leaves. How do I know...well, it's a gift that comes with being a neat freak.

"I'll do our room and the bathroom next after I'm done with laundry." I said picking up my basket of dirty clothes.

"Can I help?" She offered

"It's fine."

"Really, I mean I have some clothes I need to wash too. I can help you. It won't be a problem." Emma insisted.

I sighed, "Alright. I'll be down stairs then."

I walked to the stairs in a daze. I've can honestly say nobody has offered their help when I clean. It felt sorta nice. Anyways, I was passing by Nate's room. I usually go in there and mentally scoff at the pigsty he, alone, has created. This time his door was wide open and I couldn't help but to peer in and take a look at the mess once again. There were clothes thrown everywhere, the floor look disgusting and the only thing that looked 'clean' was Nate's guitar which was propped up in the corner. I did a final sweep of his room and studied every single unconscious body that laid resting. James was curled up into a ball. Taylor kicked off his sheets and gripped on to his pillow. I was about to step away when a certain boy caught my attention.

Oh my.

Nate Grey. Shirtless.

His sheets (which were very dirty may I add) only covered his torso but the rest was exposed in a godly display. I couldn't help but to stare. The way the light showered in and softly hit his skin was just...wow.

"Caitlyn?"

I was sucked out of my trance by Emma who came curiously to my side.

"What are you-"