𝖦𝖾𝗋𝗆𝖺𝗇 𝖡𝗈𝗒 - 𝖡𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝖪𝖺𝗎𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗓

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"I'm sorry, Nova. We'll be home as soon as we can, alright?" He assures, grabbing my hands. I frown, nodding. "It was a sudden call for the interview, then the quick two songs and we'll be home." He grabs my face, frowning hard himself. Twisting his head, he can see the saddness in my eyes. He pulls me into a hug, rubbing my back and burying his face in the curve of my neck.

"I know you're in pain, I'm sorry." Bill whispers, squeezing me tight. I smile, unable to hold it back at his acknowledgement. "We'll be home around 10 tonight, okay? Just get some rest for me so you feel better and don't wait up." He stands up from the bed, smiling softly at me. I nod, watching him the leave the bedroom. He closes the door. I adjust my tank top under his hoodie. Laying down.

I hear the door close, but I'm so bored sitting here. I'm not tired, my cramps are killing me, and I'm ancy. I get up from bed, walking downstairs. I trail off to the basement, going to the cleaning closet. I grab the mop, vaccuming, and some other little things. I bring them up to the first level. Bringing the vaccum up first. I plug it in and go to Tom's room first. Disgusted by the boyish smell, the underwear everywhere and socks, pants. Everything.

I roll my eyes, throwing everything in his laundry basket. My cramps hit me again, making my legs go numb but I just continue, acting like it doesn't affect me. I set his basket on his bed so I won't forget, hearing the satisfying click of the dirt being picked up out of his carpet and sucked into the vaccum.

Then, I move to the hallway, quickly going over it. Traveling to Bill and I's room. He used to be so messy, but since I moved in, he's been clean. I don't let things get like Tom's room. I taught him to do laundry but he still doesn't do it, so I gave up. Doing it myself. Boys. I grab our laundry basket. Grabbing the couple scattered socks and putting it in the basket on the bed.

I quickly go over our room, kicking my slippers aside. More satisfying crackles from our carpeted bedroom. I smile to the sound, it's just so nice. I lastly do our bathroom, using the hose to vaccum up me and Bill's hair. It makes me feel ill, I hate loose hairs. It's so gross to me. And everytime I get down and scrub the carpets, I always have to get the dirt and hair up first. Swirling with a brush for the carpet always brings up my long hair and Bill's scattered hairs, making me gag everytime. Thank god Tom cleans our drain because I would vomit at the wet hair. Yuck!

Finally, I've finished vaccuming the first level. I leave the vaccum and run to Tom's room. I scan his room, checking for any socks under his bed. None, any is his closet that he missed throwing into his basket but none. He's clear, I grab his basket and quickly run it to the basement's laundry basket. Running back up, I feel myself sweating. After all, I'm in sweats and Bill's hoodie.

I take off the hoodie, throwing it on the couch. Leaving me in just my white tank top, bra-less of course. Why would I torture myself?

(12:37 A.M.)

I pant, coming up from the basement. Finishing my last load of laundry. I somehow piled the two baskets and brang them up together. Sweating so bad, my shirt is soaked. Exposing me but I don't care, I don't expect them to be home for another 3 hours. I set Tom's in his room and carry ours to our bedroom. Heaving by then.

I walk back down just as they open the door. I watch Tom walk in first, his jaw drops. I gulp, watching Bill walk in. Everything was exposed, that's how much I was sweating. Bill's eyes go wide, he instantly covers Tom's eyes and stares himself. Smirking. I roll my eyes, tired.

"Stupid, go put a shirt on!" Tom groans, I giggle. "I do!" He sighs, pushing Bill away and keeping his head down as he walks past. "Yeah, a see through one." The whole house smells like bleach after I mopped, dusted every shelf. The television, lamp shade, everything. Sprayed smell good on the couch, cleaned the carpets, organized the kitchen, vaccumed, cleaned the bathroom. Even did 5 loads of laundry. I'm so exhausted, but I did it for them.