Positions: Ariana Grande Track 12 on Positions (Deluxe)
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OLIVIA STARED AT the piles of clothes that laid on top of her bed, the mattress was practically drowned under the array of clothing and that same clothing that was drowning the mattress was practically also drowning if it was possible.
"So...how are we organizing? By color? By tops then pants and so forth or..." Brianna asked, breaking the silence that filled the room. Her arms rocking her hips, her eyes scanning the entire bed.
"Do we even have enough boxes?" Amaya interjected, looking towards the chair that was brought in from the kitchen. The unformed boxes were placed right on top of the brown chair and Amaya took the time to recount them. "Hm we like 10 boxes..."
"We can make that work rightttttt?" Olivia scratched the side of her head, her eyes bouncing between her sister, her bestfriend and the monstrous pile of clothing that laid there.
"Or to make it easier, let's be for real, You don't wear all of these clothes soo...why not donate some?" Brianna asked, her hands immediately finding a crimson top that she had been eyeing for about the past 30 minutes.
Olivia quickly snatched the top, "I could, but not this one." She took the time to re-fold the top placing it near her and away from her sister. "I just bought this one."
"How about we divide them by tops that you can fold and or will be hanged, then pants, that can be folded or hanged, then undergarments and then lastly make a separate pile for clothes we are donating." Amaya gave out orders, her fingers helping along getting her point across.
Her eyes focused on both Olivia and Brianna, in which they needed before immediately started getting to work.
"Okay ladies we got this!" Amaya's voice louder, filled with energy as he hands clapped earning a laugh from Brianna and a snort from Olivia and there on they had started to get to work.
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"That's box one." Tommy mumbled to himself as the marker screeched across the brown box. He had simply just labeled it, "Bedroom"
While Olivia was focused on her clothing and had enlisted her own help, so had Tommy Edman. The shortstop was currently working on his own house as he worked on making room for Olivia to place her own things and he had started on the place he felt it was the most important for her to feel as if it was her own home as well, cause it was.
