My Quiet Guy

Chapter-05

Gabrielle Morgan

It's now a Saturday morning and I'm just laying in bed, playing music from my tv as I stare outside my window.

The sun shining perfectly through, making the room light up even when my curtains are closed.

I inhale and exhale as I drag myself out of bed and get ready for this Saturday cleaning I always do.

Before my parents left me, I've grown accustomed to the Saturday morning cleaning my mom always made us do. Hell if we didn't do it on a Saturday we did it on a Sunday morning.

I go inside the bathroom, brush my teeth and wash my face as I just stare, blankly at the mirror in front of me.

My bonnet is hanging off by a limb on my head, one of my eyes is red from rubbing it all last night, and my lips look bigger than normal.

I groan and stop the music before treading downstairs and into my living room. I turn the tv on and go onto my apple play and go to my playlist.

I start it and the song 98' Braves by Morgan Wallen comes on.

I go into the kitchen and start there first. I wash the dishes, clean the counters and stove top before moving onto the microwave.

After the kitchen I go into the living room and make the couch up, sweep and mop, and swiffer everything down.

After that I go into the laundry room and wash my clothes that I've forgotten to get.

I finish everything off at twelve o'clock and then realize I started at ten thirteen.

I finish everything off with spraying some lysol and air freshener before going back upstairs to shower away the sweat.

After my amazing shower, I walk into my closet and pick out clothing that I'm just going to lounge around in for the rest of the day.

I put on my Calvin Klein sports bra set before moving onto a dark blue crew neck and some spandex shorts.

I slide my white colored toe feet into my Gucci pursuit slides and go to my vanity. I sit and take my bonnet off and look at the mess I call my hair.

I take it out the bow tie I had it in all night–I know it's bad for my hair so sue me–and spray some water on.

I get all my products lined up in front of me before starting with it.

After twenty minutes of trying to figure something out, I finally come to a high bun with some left out in the back and edges did in the front.

Ever-time I did the bun, it would go onto the side instead of the center of my head making me get agitated.

But when it finally started to come together, I literally did a happy dance.

I get up to wash my hands and go to retrieve my book before going downstairs and sitting on the couch.

The smell of a fresh house comes to my senses and I smile. Even though the house is clean it still feels lonely.

I open my book to the last page i was on with Tennessee Whiskey by Chris Stapleton playing in the background quietly.

•••

The ringing of my doorbell has me shifting on the couch and groaning. I stretch and get up, coming to the realization that I fell asleep.

I look at my phone and see 4:20 is the time. I stand and walk to the door all while rubbing the sleep from my eyes.

I look out the peephole and see Lorenzo standing there in all his glory. I open the door and try to get my eye sight in check before talking.

"Hello." I speak with tiredness.

"Hello." He replies back with his deep voice.

I motion him to come in and he does do, taking his shoes off before fully stepping in.

A smile comes to my face at that fact but hide it when he turns and is now facing me. My eyebrows go up and my lips form a solid line.

"So, what have you been up to?" He questions as we move to the living room. I tsk before holding up the book I was reading.

"I was reading but I guess I fell asleep. Don't know how long for though." I laugh as I sit back down, wrapped up in my blanket.

He nods and sits down beside me, taking the book from me and flipping to the page I have bookmarked.

That's funny.

"That Was Then, This Is Now. I've read this book." He says as he fishes through the pages before setting it down.

"It's good so far." I speak as we just continue to look at each-other.

I clear my throat before speaking. "What are you doing here? It's a Saturday afternoon, shouldn't you be off...I don't know playing soccer?" He laughs.

"No I've already been to practice. Just stopped by to see if you wanted to get ice cream with me and my sister."

At the realization of what he said his eyes go big. "That's if you want to. I know we aren't friends and you probably don't want to hang out with me and my sister but I jus–"

I stop him before he can continue. "Sure I'll come with you and you're sister to get ice cream." I nod.

He nods back. "And what do you mean aren't friends? I thought we established that when we went to the park and got to know each other?" I raise a brow.

He looks around before looking back at me. "Well yeah but I didn't know if that actually meant we were friends or not." He shrugs.

I laugh and get up, stretching my body before turning back to him. "So when do you wanna go get ice cream?"

He purses his lips while thinking. "How about in an hour since I have to head home, shower, then pick Sydney up from a friends house."

"Alright. See you in an hour Colombo."

And with that being said, he leaves and I go upstairs, rewashing my face and going to pick out an ice cream/meet the sister worthy outfit.

Man I'm acting like we're dating. What the hell.

Hehehehehe.

Ice cream/meeting the sister time.