Little Snippets Of Stories I Don't Have The Motivation To Write

Bathtub

I really need to fucking relax. I'm so done with myself and whatever the hell I feel for Alex. The door opens to my small house, announcing that one of the adults is home.
"Hello, hello, hello," exclaims my stepdad. I take a deep breath and get off of my bed, where I had been staring at a book for the past 20 minutes, not being able to focus on the words that scattered the pages. I walk down the short hallway and into the small dining room. I see the brown paper bag on the table and the tall, thick brown bottle that sticking out. Great. There will be fighting tonight.
"Hey stinky butts," Chris says to our dog Maggie. "Did you take them out today?"
"It's Tori's turn," I say, turning back toward my room. My little sister yells from the living room that no, it's Charlie's. I pick up the pace, wanting to get in the bath before I can be forced to let them out myself.
I go into the room across the hall from mine, my parents room. The moment I walk in I stub my toe on the stupid dresser that's right in front of the door. They really need to move that. I walk the five steps it takes to get to the bathroom/utility room, where the towels are. I grab one of the stripy ones from that time we went to Florida. We haven't gotten new towels in years. I retreat to my room to grab underwear and pajamas to change into, along with my phone.
"Im taking a shower!" I yell to Chris, who's already cracked open the beer and is sitting at the table on his phone.
I get into the bathroom, immediate stripping and starting the water. I climb in the tub and open the YouTube app on my phone. While the tub fills I watch a Dan and Phil video, turning off the water when it's too full.
I procrastinate washing my hair, but I eventually put shampoo in, only to wash it out 3.6 seconds later. Then goes conditioner. I stay on my phone, watching more videos and eventually just opening Tumblr.
Ding ding! My phone goes off, flashing light over the water. At the top a banner pops up.
*Alex ❤😋*
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My heart thumps a little. I click the banner and see a video of a little pug. I click play and it's off a small pug eating broccoli and growling.
*Alex ❤😋*
Look at the doggo and how much he loves broccoli.
I smile. A lot. I smile so much it hurts my checks. And it's just a little video, a small one that he probably only sent because he knows I love dogs. I text him back 'why was he growling though?" And lay my phone on the side of the tub. I pull my legs to my chest. My heart rate still hasn't gone down.
"I'm so fucked," I whisper to myself.
Ding ding!
The smile's back.