Real Life Problems of a Fake Town

Cleaning

Night's POV

When I got home I noticed my place was a mess. It was pretty small but, a mess. I started cleaning up. I started in the living room slash diving room area, cleaning around the fold up table and round the small couch. Then behind the small and pretty old television and in front of it too. I then went to the kitchen area, like the rest of the house it was pretty small. It was just a small room off the dining room and I liked it, maybe later I could put a table in here and make a little office space. The kitchen was actually the easy place to clean, there was really nothing in here except some boxes. The last place to clean was the bedroom, it looked like a tornado had came through. I didn't notice that this place became a mess so quickly, I'm going to try to keep it clean. I finished the room surprisingly fast, then I bagged up the rest of the garbage and went outside to bring the trash to the curb.

I don't think I noticed the blond hair girl walk up because when she said Hello, I practically jumped to the moon. She didn't stay long though, which is kind of saddening since she sounded nice and had really cool blue eyes. She said her name was Ryan South.

When I got back in I noticed it was almost two from the clock hanging above the door. That only gave me three hours to get ready, OH NO! I'm just kidding it takes me like an hour or less to get ready. I decided to draw a little before getting in the shower. Maybe, I would draw Ryan or Dean.

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Dean's POV

Here's how a normal work day went. I got to work on time. Cole was already there, cleaning up the truck. He's a big show off and tease for the local girls. He'll wash the truck with a wife beater on. I on the other hand will sit in the back sleeping usually or annoying the other workers. I know I seem like an arsehole but, hey you get what you get.

Here's how's today went, I'm also an hour late, thanks to my car, traffic and the Landry Machine. Cole called in sick when we all know it's his and Sam's anniversary. And guess who shows up Ryan. Even though she's a dyke now, because of me, she still likes me.

"Hey ass!" yelled Ryan as she walked in. "What do you want Dyketubular?" I responded grabbing the first magazine I saw and hide my face in it, hopping she would go away. "Boss, told me to get you off your butt and wash the truck but, I guess you want to read Mommy Magazine." I grabbed the wrong one of course, Boss is this fifty-something year old man. He's been married three times and divorced twice. Even though he's had three wives he's probably still a Virgin. "Naa, I don't feel like it" "Okay, then it's your funeral" Then she turns around and leaves. I know I'm gonna have to do it sometimes but Boss kind of likes me so, I'll get off pretty easy. But, today is already going wrong so, guess what happens next the phone rings and guess who? The boss. He starts yelling "Get off your ass, Cullan. I'm not paying you to sit down!" "Of course you aren't. Your paying me to kiss you're and you're niece's arse" I kind of whisper. "Watch what you say!" I guess he heard me. "That truck better be cleaner than a cookie jar in a daycare, when your shift is over or your fired" Then he hangs up, I'm suppose to take him seriously when he says stuff like that?

After awhile I finally get up, grab a bucket fill it with water and soap, then started washing the truck.