Schedules suck... especially when someone doesn't follow them *cough* Ara *cough*
I watch as very muscular men carry my tiny boxes into my new room. I never was allowed much things so I think the whole parade of them was ridiculous. "How much stuff do you have?" Sahara joined beside me, just staring at them walk by. "I only have a bed and an alarm clock. The rest is in the bag on my back. I have no idea what they are doing." I exaggerated but it was somewhat true. "What the hell are they carrying then?" I shrugged at her astonished tone and followed her as she walk up to one.
"How many boxes are for Luke Hemmings?" She quizzed in quiet voice seeing a lot more boxes inside the truck. "All of them." A guy states after checking a clipboard. "I don't even have that much stuff." I whisper surprised. "We we're told to take everything from your old home and some kid said to give you a few things of his so." He shruggs before continuing with the rest of them. "Strange." Soon, Ashton stepped out of the house, watching the multiple boxes piling inside cautiously.
"We don't have enough room for that." He sighed. "I have no idea what to do with all of it anyway. What the hell is that?" I squeaked seeing a bunch of sex toys in a container. "We can burn those. In a fire." Sahara's eyes widened at them. "Ew." Ashton gags. "Are those porno CDs!" Hands are placed over my eyes before I could look. "You don't want to see it." I quietly chuckled which I haven't for a long time. Maybe this move was a good thing?
~~MANY TIME SKIPS~~
Most of the stuff, we are selling or donating to people who need it. Especially all the strange sex things and some weird animal statues. What has Andrew been doing? Being used to my old schedule, at 5 pm I walked to the kitchen like on autopilot and began to cook pasta. Ashton's parents weren't home yet anyway so cooking for everyone shouldn't be a bad thing. "What are you doing?" Ashton and Sahara walked into the room seeing me putting the pasta on plates.
"Spaghetti?" I said innocently, realizing I didn't have to make anything by the looks on their faces. Its just so natural for me to do it now after many years. "Um." Sahara mumbled grabbing the plate in my outstretched hand. "You don't have to cook anything." She whispered as she watched me walking around the house, picking things up and putting things in order. "Or clean.."
This is a bit of filler because all stories need those for it to get to the good stuff... Peace out Chickas -Katie
And BTW Katie! I do post but fyi I was really busy so suck on that! U know I do have homework and a life outside. Bye boo boo. -Sahara
YOU ARE READING
Rejected and Broken (Cake 5sos boyxboy)
RomanceLuke has a bad life. He has no one to rely on or be with. His father treated him like he was nothing, like he wasn't even there. He always told him that he wouldn't find his soul mate. Luke thinks that he is expecting to match tattoos with a beautif...
