College experience

Chapter 18

I'm fucking board guys!

------------------------Andrew

"Pretty pretty please if you ever ever feel like your less than fucking perfect," I sang the the radio while cleaning up the bathroom.

Sunday brought the worst time of the week.

Cleaning.

So in order for me to......spice up the cleaning experience, Briar's words, not mine, I flipped on the radio and popped in one of my homemade Itunes CD's. It is a few years old, but that really doesn't matter because come on, so am I. 

"Got me dipping Super Psycho Love!" I sang with the next song while on my hands and knees, scrubbing the floor. God damn. I'm so having a Cinderella moment here!

Briar woke up this morning in a mood. He picked me up out of bed and told me to help him clean! Who does that! So I got stuck with the bathroom, which for some reason still has fake blood residue all over the wall, the kitchen, and of course my room.

Thank got Briar didn't notice the tissues every where!

"Right now I don't want your kiss I want your bite!" I belch, wiping down the mirror with Windex. Chris Crocker is my jam.

Standing in the bathroom doorway, I survey the cleaning job. I can literally see my reflection in every single surface. I swear if I have to clean this room again, I'm going to shave off Briar's eyebrows!

"Okay Briar, I'm done! What no....." My mouth dropped at what I saw when entering the kitchen.

Briar was dancing with the broom.

To Simon Curtis.

What!?

I am frozen in the entrance, unable to even think about taking a step.

Damn.

I really need to try harder to get him to dance at the club on Saturdays. He's got some good moves to his credit.

I snap out of my daze and back away as quickly and as quietly as possible. Time to go clean some of the living room, since he practically took over my kitchen duty. I start wiping down the TV and coffee tables, thinking about the way Briar swung his hips to the rhythm of the song.

I didn't notice I was drooling until some of it dribbled on the coffee table's glass surface. I make a face of disgust and after wiping my mouth with the back of my sleeve, I run the rag over the table again.

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About 3 hours later, Briar comes into the living area and joins me on the couch.

"Anything else, captain?" I mock salute at him.

"Yes actually. You," he points an accusing finger into my chest, "need to go get some more tissues." I blush but I nod. I get up and grab my wallet and keys. I'm just about out of the door when I hear him say my name. I pause to look at him.

"When you get back, you need to re-clean the bathroom. It looks like shit."

-------------------------Andrew

Monday morning brought laughter through the halls. Everywhere Briar and Andrew seemed to walk ended with almost every one kneeled over in laughter.

Zarriah came up behind us and started to talk.

"So hey Briar......" she caught her breath in her throat. She threw a hand over her mouth, but instead of muffling her giggles, she just burst out laughing anyway. I soon join in and Briar looks at her in betrayal.

"What.........happened..........your........... eyebrows?!"

True to he word, Briar had been walking around school all day with out any eyebrows.

"You........you.........look..........like........... Voldemort...........with............a nose!" She broke down in giggles again.

I look at Briar's face again. I start laughing again.

"He does!" I yell before laughing with Zarriah.