June Schlieb is the adopted sister of Kevin Schlieb. It's a known fact, but that doesn't mean the wounds of her complicated adoption history aren't still fresh. Who would've thought she would've found bandages from her Battle of the Bands rival.
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housewife ｡･:*:･ﾟ★ Chapter 16
After dusting Hunter's bedroom, and vacuuming, I had then left Kevin and Hunter in their newly drunken state to tidy and wipe the kitchen countertops. Cleaning had begun to feel very therapeutic, especially since it wasn't my noisy house; with dad constantly on the phone, my mother constantly scolding Earl about eating too many cookies, and constantly hearing all the wrong notes coming from Kevin's gigantic drum set.
Just when I pulled out another disinfecting wipe, footsteps echoed on the floorboards-- ones I didn't recognize. It was Mr. Sylvester, eyeing me with anything but hospitality.
"Oh, June." He sighed, rummaging through the refrigerator.
To that, I had no clue how to or even if I should respond. Instead, I just continuing cleaning the remaining sections of the counter. I guess I saw that coming-- his father hating me and all. But I always thought I was an angel compared to Hunter. I guess ramming his vehicle revokes that entitlement. Fair enough.
Silently, I prayed for no more interactions, and my shoulders slumped as he walked out of the kitchen.
"Jesus, that might've been the scariest thirty seconds of my life." I whispered to myself.
Suddenly, another set of footsteps braced the floor. "There's where my little housewife ran off to." Hunter beamed, sounding drunk as ever, stumbled into the kitchen.
I scoffed, pinning an irritated glare on him over my shoulder, "Never refer to me as your little housewife ever again." Ignoring him, I threw away the dirtied wipe and strolled over to the sink to begin rinsing and putting the dishes in the dishwasher. I allowed lukewarm water to trickle over my hands before turning the stream to the dishes. Unfortunately, the calming sense I was getting from this was abruptly interrupted when I felt Hunter's long arms slither around and over top my shoulders, his face resting on the left side of mine. I let out a long breath of brewing frustration.
"What are you doing, Hunter?"
His breath tickled my neck, forcing an unwanted heat to crawl up my face. "Oh, nothin.' Just supervising dish duty."
"Right... right." I chewed on my bottom lip, trying to concentrate on rinsing plates. "Listen, if this is some sort of payback for what I was doing in the car, I apologize for messing with you, I was slightly buzzed."
His finger tips traipsed around the neck line of my burgundy top, "Yeppp..." He yawned.
"Alright, well lesson learned. I understand your troubles and tribulations now."
"Good." He whispered in my ear, but not without lightly brushing his lips over my jaw. Oh, God. Despite wearing shorts and tank top, the temperature seemed to rise substantially. I wasn't sure how much longer I could handle it.
"You are drunk out of your mind." I shook my head and attempted to shrug his embrace off. I refused to melt under his tipsy touch, "And definitely not yourself. Weirdo."
His weight threatened to topple me over as he slid down to his knees, with arms still tightly wrapped around me-- only they were now around my legs. "I am sooo sober, June." He rested his chin on one of my thighs and looked up at me with those brown irises.
My hand went to my mouth as I stifled an amused giggle, "Where's a camera when you need it?"
For the second time, his father entered the kitchen, his gaze immediately snagged on the two of us. The expression he gave us was nothing short of a subtle sneer as he shuffled over to and added a glass cup to the seemingly never-ending pile in the sink. With one last look, he muttered, "At least I know he's not a homosexual."
I snorted, and dared a glance back down to the pathetic boy at my knees. He was asleep.
My back ached from the brunt of Hunter's weight as I attempted to drag him back down to his bedroom. I paused to catch my breath, wiping a bead of sweat off my temple. "Haven't you seen the damn rom-coms, Hunter? You're supposed to be carrying me, you jerk-off." I huffed.
"I don't watch that shit." He finally mumbled, yawning.
Unbelievable. Scoffing, I bent back down to resume and looped my arms through his slumped ones. "Well, you certainty seem to be wide awake. Why don't you help me before I throw you down these stairs, hm?"
Suddenly, he stood up, with ease and strolled to the top of the stairs. "Sure thing."
Baffled, was an understatement. At that point, I was too tired to cuss him out for making me drag him even though he could full well do it himself and simply rolled my eyes, "Okay, well I'll be going now if you've got it from here."
Before he made it down the second step, he turned. "Going... where?"
"My house?"
"It's almost ten?" His brow furrowed.
"I am aware." My hands shifted to my hips, wondering where this was even going. "I won't ask you to drive me, I'm just gonna walk."
"Oh." Was all he said, his stare piercing me like I was some kind of pin cushion.
I nodded, awkwardly turning to head towards the front door.
