𝐚 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥 | 𝐝𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐭

25.

Patting my tattoo dry I scrunched up the paper towel and threw it away, I let the loose fitted top drop down my body. During the whole tattoo process I was fighting for my life in some parts it wouldn't hurt and is just uncomfortable feeling the vibrating equipment on my spine.

Since I can't really wear anything that can't will irritate the tattoo as I couldn't lean over without my back hurting I've used this as my opportunity to be lazy as hell. But now I didn't like how it backfired on my ass cause now I gotta clean all this mess up.

To be honest it wasn't really that much, my kitchen, living room and bathroom stays clean so all I gotta do is mop the floors and just wipe everything down but after I do that I gotta focus on my bedroom that just looks so messy and unkempt.

I was just throwing things around not caring that future me would be in this predicament, picking up my speaker I connected it to my phone and put my r&b player on shuffle.

The first song being 'Freek'n you' by Jodeci, now Imma be in my imaginary world just thinking about that dream as I clean up my apartment, I ain't got shit else to think about.

Turning the volume all the way up I threw the phone on my bed then took the speaker into the living room/ kitchen area and placed the speaker on the counter.

I got out all my antibacterial wipes/ spray, bleach, cloths and some disposable gloves. I started to spray down my counters and wiped everything down from top to bottom. Humming the lyrics under my breath I rinsed out my cloth then used the antibacterial wipes to repeat the process.

Man this is going take so long.
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After pouring the dirty water from my mop bucket down the toilet I put down the lid then flushed it, I took the bucket back into its designated spot then moved onto the rest of my items.

I checked that not a damn thing was out of place before I took off the gloves and threw them into the trash can, I turned down the volume to my music with the sun finally setting I could light up my candles.

Using one of David's lighters that he left here, I held up the candles and lit them one by one before I put them in their special lil corners. I'm so proud of me for not giving up halfway, I know I said that I barely had anything to do but I ended up cleaning everything.

For some reason I couldn't clean one and not clean the other, it had to be equal so I put myself through so much for no reason. I took a seat on one of the stools to think about what I'm about to eat for my dinner.

I know for a fact that I'm not cooking a thing I have no energy left in my body, after a few minutes I settled on some pizza, leaning over to pick up my phone I goggled pizza restaurants near me then tapped on one. As I'm not a big fan of pork I chose a chicken and changed a couple of the toppings.

Once my order was in I got to freshen myself up and get out these scruffy clothes. I took my speaker back into my bedroom and turned the volume right up 'Nothing Like Loving You' by Amerie blasted through my speakers.

Something about this song does it for me every time, any song by Amerie has to be played on max volume so I feel sorry for my neighbours and they better not come banging on my door neither cause when they're ready they're so noisy and don't nobody be saying nothing to them.

In the middle of singing my lyrics and undressing myself my phone starting to ring, looking down at the screen I seen an incoming FaceTime call from David, I disconnected the speaker then answered it.