Unspoken Words

Dates and Tall Guys

I arrive home in my Jeep, but walking inside to see no signs that anyone's home. Sweet! I connect my phone's bluetooth to my speakers and blare Justin Bieber throughout the house. I lay down on my bed and just stare at the ceiling, wondering what to do with my life. Also that weird text message. Did the person mean to send it to me or was it the wrong number? I'm hoping it's a wrong number.

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I'm shaken awake by my brother, Adam who is shirtless and has soaking wet hair. 

"Adam what the heck! I'm trying to sleep here!" I say and roll back over, trying to go back to sleep. 

"You think I care? I gotta girl coming over and I kind of need help cleaning. Also, turn off your stupid music... Justin sucks." He rudely says, still shaking me. 

I groan and roll over and get out of bed. I turn off my "stupid" music and go downstairs to get the cleaning supplies. If you're wondering, by supplies I mean a mop, Clorox spray, a duster, and a million other things that my mom keeps in a bin. A bin! She freaking keeps everything in a bin that by the way, is oh so neat and tidy you'd think she was Monica from F.R.I.E.N.D.S. They could easily be sisters.

I take the supplies up to Adam who is still wet, but now has pants on and buttoning up a very nice shirt... interesting. 

"Really Emma? By helping I mean do it, you really think I'm going to clean? Do you see my room?" Adam shouts.

"Ha nice try. This girl isn't mine and I didn't invite her so I would get rid of that attitude and start cleaning. Also, if she's coming here, why are you getting so fancy?" I ask.

"Listen, I really like this girl. She's not just a little crush either, sis. She's special, and I'm actually cooking for her. But I also want to clean this house up because even with mom's weekend cleaning, it's not that clean. So please, can you help?" 

Woah. My brother did not just say that. She's special? He actually likes her? He's cooking? What is this? A prank? This should be good. 

I walk downstairs into the living room and start my cleaning there. First, vacuum the carpet in horizontal rows. See what I mean by my mother is Monica? If the rows were vertical, she'd flip and probably kick me out of the house.

After vacuumming, I dust all wooden furniture, including the fan blades, the mantel, the TV stand, and all the side tables, including the coffee table. Then I used the handheld vacuum to vacuum the couches and my dads recliner.

When I was done cleaning the living room I moved to the dining room and dusted the table, each chair and its legs and the spindles on the back. Then I sprayed the table with wood cleaner and wiped it down, rubbing in circular motions. See what I mean by strict?

I was finally done with cleaning, but had to wait to clean the kitchen. Why must Adam wait so long?

"ADAM!" I yelled through the house. "CAN YOU ACTUALLY COME DOWN HERE AND COOK? I NEED TO CLEAN THE KITCHEN!"

Soon I heard thuds coming from the stairs and the pitter patter of his feet on the wooden floors.

"What are you cooking anyways?" I asked.

He looked at me with a questioning look, before answering, "I was actually hoping you could help me with that." He said with a sheepish smile.

"What? Adam if you say you're supposed to cook, COOK! I'm not going to do it! Just do something like spaghetti... OH make a giant bowl of spaghetti and then split it, and there'll  be that one really long noodle, that you both will end up having and its like Lady and the Tramp! Yes that'd be perfect!" I yelled.