Coaching ~ Complete ~ Sample

Part 8

Why did she feel so...depressed? Not smiling for a full five minutes was really draining. It kind of made her tired. No wonder there were classes for smiling. Places that you could go and get out all of your smiles and laughs because it brought your spirits up. She wondered where the closest one was.

It was obvious she was going to need one. A-Sap. She should probably even drag Mister Grumpy Pants with her. She snorted and smiled to herself. Yeah, right. Like she could drag the beast anywhere.

"Missy." Oh, poop! She'd smiled and now that she was smiling she couldn't stop. And now she was giggling. "What's so funny? You were doing pretty good. Almost made it fifteen minutes."

Her jaw went slack. "Fifteen? You said five!" She whined but couldn't help the smile on her face. After not smiling for that long, she was going to keep it firmly planted on her face. "But I did good!" She cheered, sitting up and clapping.

"Calm down. It was only fifteen minutes. You can cheer when you can go a full day."

That wiped the smile off her face as her mouth fell open. She gasped at him. "A full day?"

"Yep." He said.

"Damon, that's too hard and totally uncalled for. I don't want to go a full day without smiling. It makes me happy. Shouldn't I be happy?" He looked at her for a minute.

"Look, you only spent fifteen minutes not smiling and you're already taking up for yourself." He lifted one of his red brows at her.

She smiled. "I did, didn't I?" Missy clapped again. "I'm doing so good! Maybe this whole coaching thing won't take so long." She couldn't help the giggle that came out.

"Don't get carried away. Who knows how long this will take." He shrugged and pushed up from the couch. "I'm going to take a shower, then you can and we can head to bed. I have class in the morning." She nodded at him and rolled off of the bed to grab her bag.

When she turned to ask him what room she'd be sleeping in, he was already in his bathroom with the door closed. She huffed a small laugh and shook her head before putting her backpack on the bed and taking her coat off. She placed that on top of her bag then decided to head downstairs to see if they had anything to drink.

Missy opened the door and closed it behind her, when she turned to head toward the stairs, almost every door in the hall closed. She looked around in confusion. What the heck was that? Shaking her head with a smile and a sigh, she headed down the stairs and toward the kitchen.

Opening the cabinets one by one, she grimaced at the mess around her. Dishes piled in the sink. Food droppings and rings of whatever on the counter. She put her hand in something sticky as she tried to reach for a cup.

Gross.

Boys were so gross. How could they live in all of this grime. She shuddered and went to the sink to wash her hands. She didn't even want to think about what it was. Missy had noticed that Damon's room was a mess, too. Clothes piled in the corner.

Two piles, probably one that was clean and one that was dirty. Both dirty if you asked her, they were on the floor. There had been a few empty twenty ounce bottles, a plate and an overflowing trash can in the corner.

Missy turned the water off and looked around for a towel, or paper towels, anything. Of course there was nothing so she shook her hands off and then wiped them on her pants. They really needed to clean up. Why hadn't they called a cleaning service to come by a couple of times a week?

She walked back over to the cabinet and looked up at the only glass left in the cabinet. Missy was about to grab a chair from the table when someone walked into the room.