Don't Go Crankin' My Heart

Chapter 2.1

I pull into my apartment's parking lot, and check my watch again, 5:20. Ethan and I didn't set a specific time to meat up, so I pick up my phone and shoot him a quick text. "Hey, Ethan! I just got home, what time you wanna come over?" My green orbs skim over my text, hesitant to press send. Why was I so nervous? It was a simple text. I shake myself out of this nervous state and press send. I grab my belongings and head to my apartment. The air outside was now thick with moisture, the scent filled my pierced nose. Slight humidity was forming in the cool breeze, and I did not like that. I hurried to my door. I unlock my door and push it open, revealing the familiar staircase that leads up to my loft-like home. I live alone in a single-bedroom apartment. I wipe my converse upon my silly entrance mat before taking my shoes off and slipping on my pink crocs. I don't wear my shoes around my apartment. I don't want to track in dirt and mess like a heathen. I wasn't raised in a barn.

I climb my stairs and plop down on my plump, deep purple sofa, throwing my bag to the side. I exhale in comfort, the relief of sitting down on my sofa after hours of sitting in a stiff classroom chair was to die for. I take a drink of water from my bottle and look at my phone once again. Ethan responded! "Hey, I'm about to be home too. I've got some homework for a couple of other classes I gotta knock out before heading over. I'll let you know when I'm good to go!" I read his text excitedly over and over. Gah! I was being so girly over this. "Sounds good!" I responded to him.

I set my phone down and look around my apartment. It isn't too messy, with some dishes in the sink and some items sprawled about. "I should tidy up," I say to myself. I get up and get down to it. I start with dishes, unloading and loading my dishwasher. Grabbing cups and other dishware from around the room and organizing it all. I organize my fridge and cabinets, sweep and mop the floor and wipe down all the counters and tables. "Damn, I get carried away with cleaning," I snicker to myself. I couldn't help it, I loved organizing. I'm certain I have OCD. I moved to my living room and began vacuuming my carpets and vacuuming my bedroom carpets as well. After finishing that, I fluffed my sofa pillows and folded my designated sofa blankets. I made my way to my room and tidied up there too, making my bed and picking up clothes. I organized and wiped down my dressers and vanity before finally finishing my cleaning journey in the bathroom. I wiped, scrubbed, swept, mopped, dusted, and organized just about everything I could in this small apartment.

I walk back to my living room and collapse on my sofa. It felt like I had been cleaning for hours. I check my watch, 6:43. "It's only been an hour and a half!" I shout to myself. I was in disbelief. That means it's only been an hour and a half since Ethan last texted me, I still had at most another couple hours to kill before he'd be over. I hope he finishes his work soon, I think to myself. I look down and see I'm still wearing today's clothing. "Oh, I should probably shower," I say aloud. I stand and make my way down the hall to my bathroom. I quickly undress and throw on my purple Jeffree Star robe. Looking at myself in the mirror, I take out my messy bun and run my fingers through my hair. I needed to wash it. I tilt my heart-shaped face to the side, inspecting; Trying to find any blemishes to pick at. I find a few blackheads and pluck a few stray hairs. I grab a makeup wipe from my vanity and begin to remove my makeup, rinsing my face with water afterward. I dry my face and I glance down at my bare legs, running a hand along the prickly skin. "....maybe I should shave.." I say aloud. "I mean....um, not like anything will happen between Ethan and me, but..it's nice to have smooth and supple skin." I run a warm shower for myself, grab my phone and connect it to my Bluetooth speaker, put on Radiohead's "In Rainbows" album, and hop in.