The Decuplets

Messy Roommates

Ella

The living situation has been an absolute shitshow, and I can't say Scarlett and I aren't partly to blame.

We've been a little messy.

And by a little, I mean a lot.

We always pack a ton of clothes and scatter them all over the floor. We always share clothes, so this is actually more helpful than harmful. If I see a top I like, regardless of the owner, I will pick it up and wear it.

We assemble our make-up all over the bathroom counters and allow our hair products to take up half of the shower space.

In other words, we are not pleasant roommates, which has never been an issue. It's always been the two of us—at home, Puerto Rico, Spain, the lake house, you name it.

But now, Zach and Aidan are our roommates.

At first, it really put us to the test. We were walking on eggshells trying to be clean enough to not scare them away, but eventually that proved too difficult.

We stopped caring.

Now our room looks like it has been ravaged by a tornado.

It all happened when we were getting ready for dinner. We let Zach and Aidan shower first so we'd have them out of our room, and after they were ready, they went downstairs to join some of the other brothers.

We took the time alone as an opportunity to revert to our old habits.

"We'll clean up after," Scarlett had promised, sounding as if she were trying to convince herself.

"Yep, all good," I responded.

Now here I was, criss-cross applesauce on a layer of clothes so thick you could not see the floor. I spotted a cute corset that went with the white skirt I was planning to wear. "Scar, this is so cute, why did you throw it on the floor?"

"You can wear it, El," she replied, hunched over her suitcase as she discarded more and more top options. "God, I don't know what to wear!"

I assessed her jeans: dark wash, low rise, and flared. "This baby pink tank I have would look so good, I just have to find it..." It sounds simple, but it was a rather daunting task. I knelt on the clothes, sifting through each piece until I found it.

"Perfect!" she exclaimed, pulling it over her head as someone knocked on the door. Our eyes shot to one another, wide. I took a quick glance around the room—it was certainly not suited for visitors.

"Um, who is it?" I asked nervously.

"Zach. Are you guys dressed? I need a charger."

"No, actually, Scarlett is not dressed or I'd totally let you get a charger. Maybe you can borrow one of your brother's?"

"I'll just wait."

I shot Scarlett another look. "No, no, she can't decide what to wear. It'll be a minute."

"Well, can she just put something on for a second? My charger is super fast, I need it."

"Fine," I mumbled, opening the door.

His jaw dropped. "Ella, Scarlett..."

Uh oh, no nicknames.

"...What the fuck have you done?"

"We were getting ready!" I defended.

"This is what getting ready looks like for you?"

"Uh, yeah," Scarlett said from behind me.