Falling, Alone, and a Mess

Chapter 11: Put a Ring On and Keep it On

He stepped out of the blazing shower, he was out of the breath.

His chest was red and raw, his veins were pulsing everywhere.

He got out and looked at his body in the mirror,

Not too bad.

He turned on his "Shower Playlist" and walked out of the bathroom to change.

He had his towel wrapped loosely around his waist as he walked to his drawer, looking for some sweats to wear today.

Fuck.

He forgot that today was laundry day, which meant that his mother got up this morning and got all the dirty clothes out of the rooms before heading to work.

He walked downstairs still only wearing a towel. As he was walking to the laundry room, something caught his eye.

He looked to the living room and saw Chelsea sitting on the couch watching Parks and Rec, again.

He looked more closely,

She's doing the fucking laundry.

Chelsea was sitting his couch and folding clothes.

Duncan inhaled deeply, he knew if she saw him like this it would make extremely awkward tension.

Apparently he had inhaled a little to loudly, because after that Chelsea looked over to him.

At first she was a little surprised, seeing that he was half naked.

She eyed his body, "Uh...Your mom asked if I could help out with laundry since she thought you were gonna be with Donnie today..." Her face was bright red, she awkwardly turned her focus back to folding.

Duncan stood there for a moment, thinking about what he should say next.

"Do you see any boxers in there? Oh and sweatpants, I need my sweats too."

Chelsea grabbed a pile and stood up and walked over to him, "Yeah, these are your clothes."

Duncan took the clothes with one hand, while the other was still holding his towel. But after he took them Chelsea still didn't move. She stood there in front of him, bodies inches apart.

She chuckled, "Must workout a lot huh?"

Duncan smiled, "Only for you." He winked.

Chelsea blushed, "I should get back to laundry." She smiled sheepishly and walked back to the couch.

Duncan walked back up to his room, as he closed the door behind him he finally let his towel go.

He turned up his music as loud as he could, knowing it would probably piss Chelsea off.

As he was dancing and putting his boxers on, he heard loud knocking on his door.

"Duncan! Please turn your music down. It's kinda giving me a headache!" Chelsea yelled.

Duncan walked over to his phone and turned the music off.

"Thank you!" He heard footsteps going down the stairs.

After five minutes, he decided to be a shit head and turn the music on again.

But louder.

Duncan now had one his sweatpants and a jacket laying on his bed incase he got cold.

He walked into the bathroom and began brushing his teeth, ignoring the banging coming from against his door.

Duncan occasionally got these moods, where he felt like pissing everyone off for the fun of it.