The Pink Floyd Household

Cleaning Day

A thin layer of dust covered the thin layer of dirty dishes which covered the counter. Fingerprints and dried water marks stained the windows; which obscured some of the bright light coming in from the outside. Dried up dirt tracks trailed through the nice wooden floors of the house. The only thing that seemed to be missing were cobwebs, but let's be thankful that wasn't the case.

    Amongst this mess, four of them lounged in the living room, all extremely productive; each exchanging comments as sarcastic as the previous statement. Syd had foreseen that it would all come down to one thing: cleaning day. So to avoid that he had conveniently taken his bike for a spin that day, all day.

   With Syd gone they were like a headless snake. No sense of order hung over them as they faced the challenge at hand. How in the world were they going to get the house clean? This is when Roger decides that if the others were only going to sit around and talk about the house getting clean then he would be the one to actually make it happen.

"Alright, break time is over. Syd isn't here which means you do what I tell you." Standing up straight, Roger sneered down at everyone, trying to make his newly thought of superiority clear.

This was met with a collective groan from the other three. The house looked fine..sort of.

"We'll divide the jobs then," continued Roger, "Rick;bathrooms. Nick; kitchen. David; floor and windows."

"And you?" whispered Rick, still unsure if he liked this authority in Roger.

"All of the extras." Spoke Roger in a 'duh' sort of tone.

Although none of the others particularly liked Roger's idea, no one spoke out as no one had an alternative.
Minutes later everyone but Gilmour had moved. Rick and Nick trudged slowly, like snails, to their spots. David still sat on the couch, staring at the fingerprints on the windows and speaking of possible ways to get the job done.

"It all sucks." Stated Roger, creeping up behind him, "just do it!" Crossing his arms across his chest; the pink feathery duster drew a chuckle from the guitarist. Rolling his eyes Roger then smacked the back of David's head with the duster.

"Fine," grumbled Gilmour, "could you at least help me-"

But he was cut off my Roger's quick remark: "No. Fuck off. Do it yourself."

So David cleaned the windows to perfection...also know as until Waters quit complaining of the tiny minuscule specks of dust. He just had to stick his big nose into everything David did, and criticise. Besides, dusting was his job.

"You missed a spot." Sassed Waters, pointing at it with his fluffy duster.

"Well," exasperated Gilmour, "it's good enough."

It was comments like these that absolutely pissed the older man off. That careless attitude of not trying. Although it wasn't as bad as Rick. To him, in his mind, The keyboardist didn't give two craps about his job; never mind three. That last thought made him chuckle, because, let's face it, he can often times have an odd sense of humour.

David let out a sigh of relief as the lanky man walked off to bug somebody else. Those moments of peace were quickly cut short and he couldn't help but gape at the stupidness of the words he just heard.

"You're fired from my 'cleaning muffins group'"

Never mind the ridiculous name..and nickname for that matter; muffins, really? Again? But the most shocking thing was that Roger thought he could fire Rick from his 'Cleaning Muffins Group'. Everything about was, well, stupid to put it bluntly.

   "Roger, what do you think you're doing?!" Exclaimed David, since no one else was doing so.

   Rick looked down miserably, clutching an old rag in his hand.

   "Well, he's being useless," defended Roger.

   "You can't 'fire' him..we all live in the same house you wanker."

  Roger simply huffed and crossed his arms. "Nick, help me out here."

   "Say what?" Nick looked up from his spot in the kitchen, not wanting to be dragged into this.

   "C'mon, Rick, let's go get ice cream," suggested David, only wanting to get out of this house.

   Roger rolled his eyes at this but soon found David, Nick, and Rick out the door. Opening his mouth to speak his voice faltered for a bit before he snapped at the now empty room: "that's right, I don't need any of you!" Picking up his duster again he proceeded to doing the rest by himself.

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I tried something new with the narrating style in this. Something that sounded casual but not sloppy. I hope it succeeded...
Apologies for the really long wait..this really wasn't worth it.