The Foreign Exchange Student // h.s.

It's Chicks Before Dicks Anyways, Right Ladies?

Chapter 43:

Olivia's POV;

I finally convinced Harry, Louis, and Chase to clean up the kitchen from when we made cookies. No we did not have a food fight, but we made a huge mess. Us, being girls, decided to make them clean it up. But we also had to do some chores.

AJ, Marisa, and I got all of our dirty clothes that desperately needed washing and separated it into piles by color. We took the first pile and practically shoved it all into the washer. We may have had to apply a bit of force to close the door, but it's all good now. But by a little force, I mean all three of us shoving the door closed.

Marisa, AJ, and I stared at the washer's settings. "Where do we put the soap in?" AJ wondered. "How do we turn it on?" Marisa added. So we did what we thought was best. We winged it.

AJ poured a handfuls of Tide into this small compartment on the side if the washer while I pressed random buttons. "Heavy load... extra clean... rinse well... quick dry. And start!" I cheered as it finally started. It may not have been making such a normal noise, but I'm sure it's fine.

The three of us kind of stared at it a bit confused. I wonder what's wrong with it. "Did we do something wrong?" Marisa questioned. "I have no idea. I think we put too many clothes in," AJ answered. I just shrugged. "Lets leave it for now," I suggested and pulled the girls out the room.

As we reached the top of the stairs, a huge popping sound rang out behind us along with water running. Our eyes widened and jaw dropped. "Crap," I said as we dashed back into the washing room. The washer machine's door popped open spilling its contents on the floor. Bubbles rapidly piled up as as it was close to mid calf height already already.

"What happened!?" AJ shrieked. "I'm going in," I stated then dived into the bubbles expecting a soft landing, but still landed on the wet, hard ground. I groaned. That was not what I thought would happen. I pulled myself up and off the floor and pushed towards the washing machine. I was covered in bubbles and soap when I finally made it over. It's hard walking through wet clothes.

It kept sputtering out more bubbles and water as the girls finally joined me in the frantic press of buttons to shut the machine off. "Come on," Marisa groaned. AJ's thumb repeated jabbed the cancel button but the contents kept coming. I screamed as I thought someone grabbed my ankle, but it was just a wet T-shirt or something getting caught around my foot.

I shook it off and quickly looked around. "What do we do?" I panicked. If we wait to long the water can leak out the room. Good thing it was built for floods, waterproof floors and all. "BOYS!" Marisa called out. Soon footsteps strode up the steps and we could here them in the hallway.

"Where are you guys?" Chase asked. "Help us!" I exclaimed, hoping the direction of the sound of my voice was enough to get them to come this way. A few seconds later the three boys stopped at the doorway, all with surprised expressions.

"What happened?" Harry asked, immediately pushing his way into the room while the other two were stuck behind laughing. Harry walked up to the washer machine and pressed a few buttons but it wasn't slowly down any. The bubbles made it up to our knees as the water was only just covering our ankles which was good.

"This reminds me of that Cox commercial," Chase giggled and I shot him a glare. "Come help us!" I shouted. "SUPERMAAAAAAN!" Louis exclaimed before diving into the bubbles like me. I chuckled when I heard his moan of pain. "Been there, done that," I laughed when he came up covered in bubbles. He stared at me before trekking next to Harry by the washer machine.

"You come help too," AJ shouted to the remaining boy as she tried to push the door closed. When the washer is running, it has a lock that comes out. She couldn't close it with the lock in the way. Chase finally slid into the room and attempted to help her shut the machine. Marisa was still pressing cancel while I attempted to press other buttons that made no sense. Harry and Louis were practically standing there, thinking. Wow, that's productive.

"Come on," I whined and kicked the machine. It made a whirring noise in response but didn't change. "Douche dick," I muttered making Marisa laugh. "I have an idea!" Louis announced. My hands fell to my side and I turned to give him a 'Really?' look. He just stuck his tongue out at me and continued.

"Help me move the washer," he instructed. I looked at Harry for confirmation and he just shrugged. "Lets try it," Marisa whispered in my ear. I nodded and we all took corners. AJ and Chase stopped pushing on the front and pulled it backwards by the inside. Lou and I pushed from the back while Harry and Marisa pulled from the front.

We managed it a good two feet away from the wall, which was hard considering the bubbles were now up to our butts. Louis squeezed his small self behind the machine and went under all the bubbles. "Louis?" Harry asked. A few seconds later, the bubbly British boy's head popped up from under the mess wearing a triumphant smile. He then pulled on something with his hand and the washer slowly died down until it was completely off.

"LOUIS!" AJ cheered and launched herself at him. He set down the plug on top of the washer so it didn't fall in the water below. I took a deep breath and climbed on top the dryer, which I hoped would not explode like the washer. "I'm exhausted," I muttered. I sprawled my body out across the washer and dryer and laid there taking deep breathes. That thing was like a transformer.

AJ walked over and plopped herself down on my thighs which caused me to groan. Then Marisa added weight to my calves. "I'm being abused," I mumbled. Louis gasped from the other side of the room. "I want to sit," he screamed before launching himself on my stomach. I groaned, but the pain passed quickly.

"Anyone else want to join the party?" I asked the remaining two boys sarcastically. "I get her face and you get her chest," Chase told him an my eyes widened. "No, I get her face. She's my girlfriend," Harry argued and Louis poked me. I laughed. "That means I get her boobs," Chase snickered. I gasped. "Neither of you get me," I shouted. They both pouted at me and I smirked.

Harry walked over and laced his hand with mine causing the others to aww. "All right guys. Get off her," Harry instructed and helped each of them off. I pouted when he pulled me off too and sat in my original spot. "Asshole," I muttered and once again Marisa was the only one who heard it. I swear she's like a bat or something. Everyone looked at her like she was weird while we both giggled.

Harry grabbed my waist and pulled me onto him so that I was straddling his waist and the others wolf whistled. I laughed as Harry spun to the side and laid down, pulling me down with him. So basically, I was laying on top of Harry. "Get to cleaning," I announced while cuddling into Harry's chest. "What she said," he chuckled and wrapped his arms around my waist.

"Not fair," Chase pouted. "Life isn't fair," I shot back. "Fine, you flaunt about being a couple while we clean," AJ said sarcastically. "Thank you, boo," I winked at her. "You talking to me?" Louis asked randomly. "Not you BooBear," Harry snickered. I lifted my head up with a knowing smile. "BooBear, aye?" I asked making the others laugh. Harry smiled at me. "Looks like you got competition," Marisa joked.

I smirked. "That's all right. It's chicks before dicks anyways, right ladies?" I asked and they all laughed.