A Touch of Life

11

Emmie and Fleur spent the rest of that night cleaning out the spare room, which they had planned to be Fleur's bedroom. It was almost midnight and they had only made it half way through the piles of junk Emmie had accumulated over the years.

"Why did you still have those dumb McDonald's toys?" Fleur said, sniggering as she held up the little figurines.

Emmie shrugged and laughed, taking the figures off of Fleur and putting them in the bin bag already spilling over with the amount of things that they had thrown away.

"I'm a hoarder. I have a really bad habit of keeping literally everything I find," replied Emmie, sighing as he looked over at the vast amount of things they still had yet to sort. "I think I might of even had a kleptomaniac phase in year 9..."

Fleur giggled, covering her mouth with her palm in the cutest way.

"But hey, you know what would be easier?" began Emmie again as he hauled himself up from the space where he and Fleur were sat. He wandered over to the single bed in the middle of the room and brushed off all of the junk from the bed, ignoring Fleur's protests as Emmie covered the piece of floor that they had just cleared with even more rubbish.

"Help me lift this up," said Emmie, moving round to the head of the bed and motioning to the other end.

"What are you doing?" asked Fleur, but she moved to the other end anyway, waiting for an explanation.

"We can just move the bed into my room, for now, I mean. I would let you sleep in my bed with me, but...y'know," Emmie drifted off, and they both looked down, blushing.

"That's a nice thought, but Emmie, this bed isn't going to fit through the door," Fleur said, looking to the door then back to the bed in front of her.

"Oh come on, have a little faith," replied Emmie, lifting up his end of the bed. Fleur rolled her eyes and sighed, lifting up her end and stumbling backwards over the piles of rubbish as they headed towards the door.