Game On {1}

Chapter 7

David left around two in the morning with my onesie. That was around the time the music ended and random teenagers exited Evan's house and mindlessly wandered the neighborhood. Aunt Gemma never came home so she probably fell asleep at work or something and stayed there.

When David left, Evanee had cleaned up the food and drinks they had enjoyed. The only thing they did was talk or sing. Singing was an activity they both enjoyed and sometimes it was better than talking.

As the raven haired teenager woke up, she checked her twitter, which revealed nothing interesting. Then she checked her messages. The contact read Evan and she also found David's number on her phone, confused on to how it got there.

She had four unread messages; two from David, one from Evan, and one from Gemma.

David's texts just thanked her for the evening and reassuring her that he'd return the onesie at school. The text from Gemma stated that she was again sorry for abrupt departure, while Evan's was much different.

Evan
Morning ducky, can I cash in that favor you owe me?

Evanee still owed him for buying her personal items and ice cream. The text was sent around ten minutes ago, it being 7:45 now.

"Five hours of sleep," bitterly muttered Evanee.

Her aunt wouldn't be back home until ten at night like usual, which left her to make a crappy breakfast of burnt toast and scrambled eggs. By the time she finished eating and getting ready, it was 8:25.

Wanting to get over with repaying Evan, she walked to his houde and opened the unlocked door.

"What the motherfucking potatoes happened here?"

The house was trashed, majorly trashed to a point where it was just a giant dumpster. Bottles and cups littered the floor and furniture, everything reeked of cheap beer, and there was nobody in sight. There was one guy in the living room corner who looked absolutely shitfaced.

"Evan!"

Instead of the person she expected, Tyler stumbled out of the kitchen door and dropped wkth a thud.

Evanee rushed to him, clearing the debris on the closest couch and trying to pull Tyler on top of it. She placed him on his side in case he started to throw up so he wouldn't choke on it. After quickly examining him, she figured he would be fine.

Evan probably wanted her to help him clean the house when he had texted her and since he wasn't there, she began the cleaning herself.

First, she rummaged through the kitchen cupboards for large trash bags which wasn't difficult to find. She grabbed several and started to throw all the plastic red cups into one plastic bag and bottles in another. After that excruciating work, she checked upstairs and fortunately there wasn't a single mess, far different from the kitchen and living room.

There were also bottles of febreeze which she found in the bathroom along with a naked couple sleeping in the bathtub. She didn't bother waking them up, but had placed a towel over their genital areas.

After spraying a whole bottle of febreeze and carefully wiping any sticky surfaces on the couch and coffee table, the living room resembled its former slightly clean state.

Doing the same thing to the kitchen and finishing added another forty five minutes When everything was done, it was 10:00 and Evan was still missing. Tyler, on the other hand, woke up around 9:00 and had helped her clean after she gave him some water and advil located on the bathroom counter.

"I feel like crap," she and Tyler now were enjoying their rest on Evan's couches.

"You look like crap too."