And They Were Housemates ✓

Chapter IV | ADHD Cleaning Can Work Sometimes

Max woke up with the sun as he almost always did. The beaming colors peeked through the window painting part of the wall in soft shades of orange as the sun made its appearance for the day. The sunrise was somewhat of a motivator for him so he didn't close his eyes and go back to sleep. Even if he really wanted to.

He didn't get to sleep until late due to trying to unpack as much as he could before inevitably crashing on his seventh green tea that evening. Yet, as he looked around his new room the realization that he moved out had yet to kick in. It was weird, something about it just seemed unreal to him and he was not about to think about it now.

He got out of his poorly made bed, the top sheet kicked to the end and tangled with itself from not being tucked in right the night before. His comforter wasn't in much better condition as it was thrown to the side, a problem Max would deal with later when he was ready to finish unpacking.

There were bags and boxes that were all put into piles in his room. Books stacked up and ready for Max to figure out how he wanted to display them. He thought about displaying them by color, seeing the rainbow aesthetic he saw for the social media accounts he followed seemed nice.

He rummaged through the bags for his clothes and got dressed. Keeping it simple he threw on a pair of black joggers and a random t-shirt he didn't look at before walking out of his room.

Max didn't know who was home so he tried his best to be quiet as he walked to the bathroom to finish getting ready for the day of unpacking. He brushed his teeth, something he preferred to do after breakfast but he knew his ADHD would never remind him to do it afterward. He did his best to brush out his bed head though he wasn't sure it ever worked out well for his blond waves.

Once Max made his way to the kitchen he grabbed a bowl and one of the cereals he had brought with him—or rather his mom made him bring it so he wouldn't have to go grocery shopping right away. Max looked in the cabinets yesterday, learning where everything was. It felt like snooping but he had to remind himself he lived there now so it was fine. He pushed past it and got what he needed to make the best meal he could manage not to mess up.

He filled the bowl up with colorful cereal and then poured in some oat milk making it the perfect amount to drink once he was finished eating. It was always the best part, the oat milk infused with whatever sugary cereal he had that morning.

Max ate in peace for a while, he was off of work, along with that he didn't have class on Fridays and picked to take the extra time to settle into the new house. It was a big relief not having much that he needed to do.

Thanks to Liv and Finn's (mainly Liv's) help he was able to get everything into his new room and out of his truck. All the major things like his books, desk, and bookshelves were put together and/or set up in the room.

Max took another bite of his breakfast and nearly jumped out of his skin not realizing the figure that practically walked out of the shadows.

"Good morning," Max said cheerfully.

He really hoped Bexon didn't see him nearly fall off the kitchen stool at not having heard the man. It was like he had the silent feet of a cat.

Bexon only nodded and went to make a cup of coffee. His hair went up in every direction, the back slightly longer, almost as if he had a slight mullet. If his hair was brushed out he probably would have. The dark-haired man looked as if he almost hadn't slept at all the night before. He was like a zombie as he made his cup of coffee.

Max watched him walk back to his room, mug in hand. Within a few minutes, he came back out a completely different person. He was once again dressed head to toe in black which Max assumed was all he owned. His messy hair wasn't brushed but was pulled back into a small ponytail.