If you want to know one thing about me, it's that I loathe cleaning. Absolutely, whole heartily detest it. If you want me happy and carefree, do NOT make me clean. I will be an angry ogre until I get sleep and forget about the crime you put me into.
So, as you can see, I hate cleaning.
And another thing is that I hate socializing. I spend all my time watching YouTube videos, reading and watching Netflix. I occasionally explore Tumblr but there are scarey things I'd rather avoid.
Right now, you find me cleaning and getting ready for a social gathering. How. Fun. Yes, that is sarcasm. Thank you for noticing.
"Moooom!" My brother Ian whines from next to me. I'm with you, bro. "Why do you have to befriend everyone?"
"Because it's the nice thing to do." She smacked the back of his head. "Now, get back to work. They'll be here soon."
"How do you know?" I ask. "You didn't tell Zavier what time."
Mom turned to me quickly, ignoring my frustrated tone. "Oh! You know his name! Isn't this wonderful, Ian? She's actually making friends!"
"What?" Ian exaggerated. "Making friends? Ria? No, you're lying."
"Shut up you guys." I grumbled and stuck my head phone back in my ear, silencing them. For now.
***
The doorbell rang right as I stepped out of the shower. Yes. I have to clean myself when I clean or else I'll feel nasty for the rest of the day.
When it rang again I shouted. "Somebody get the door! They're here!"
"I can't, you have to!" Mom screamed back from her room. "I'm in my bra!"
"Why the heck are you changing?" I yelled. "I'm in a towel!"
"You're closer! My finger is on my nose!" She answered. "You have to! Just open it and go get dressed!"
"You're unbelievable!" I yelled before wrapping the towel securely around me. Where was Ian? For real!
I unlocked the door and shoved my face through the slit.
"So..." I started, Zavier and his parents watching me with confusion etched into their faces. "I just got out of the shower. My mom's doing God knows what. I have no clue where my brother is."
Zavier spoke up. "You're naked."
His mom punched his stomach. "Zavier, manners!"
He looked down and mumbled an apology. I chuckled. Ha, that's what you get.
"But, come in. Some one will be right with you. The kitchen is straight ahead. Again, I'm sorry." I let them through and hid behind the open door. His parents went straight there to put down the deserts they brough.
Zavier, however, stayed behind.
"Are you going to hide behind the door the whole time?" He grabbed the handle with a mischievous smirk.
"Oh, no you don't!" I growled and held on for dear life. "I will not step out until you leave the premises."
"Loria, don't be rude to your guests." He stepped closer. I pulled the door closer to me, thankful the wall was shaped in such a way that he could move around to the other side where I stood.
"Zavier, don't forget your manners." I snarled back. He was really getting onto my nerves. I didn't even care a piece of his soft brown hair fell in front of his eyes. And I also totally didn't want to push it back.
Nope. I wanted to burn it in a fire.
Along with the rest of him.
Burn it all!
Suddenly, Ian walked inside with a bottle of wine.
"Ian!" I called. "Help! He won't move! I only have a towel on!"
Ian smiled wide and looked at me. "Shouldn't have been walking around with just a towel on." Then he met eyes with Zavier and dropped the smile. "Dude, that's my sister. No funny business."
"Ha! Now you have to leave!" I cheered in victory when Ian moved to put the wine on the counter and pointed at Zavier in accomplishment.
Then I realized my mistake.
I grabbed for the door handle as fast as I could, but Zavier beat me to the punch and swung the door closed. A satisfied smile played on his lips as he drew his gaze from my face down to my legs.
"Your mistake."
Then he turned and met our parents in the living room, leaving my face flushed with heat and embarrassment.
I was not looking forward to dinner.
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Fences
RomantizmLoria is the typical suburban seventeen year old, with typical parents and a typical brother. Her life had nothing interesting going on-- until her mother decided she wanted a new fence. And, of course, that meant all the fences were coming down. Wh...
