Nothing's Fine

Chapter 2

She handed me a white sheet of paper with a short list of chores.

-Wash all bed sheets

-Put Clean Bed Sheets on beds

-Vacuum all carpet areas

-Sweep all tile

-Dust Library and Living area

-Clear pool area

I got started. I didn’t understand why all of this hadn’t already been done. These were the basics and while, I understand I’m the newbie, I figured this would’ve already been done by some of the older more experienced workers.

I started my way upstairs, straight to the back where I knew the bedrooms were. I started with Liam’s bedroom. There was nothing that even closely resembled that life had actually lived in here. The walls were white, the carpet was clean, and there wasn’t even anything to do in here. I shook my head as I came to the realization that the Payne’s weren’t even here. At least Liam wasn’t. There was no way and teenage boy could live in a room like this.

I removed the sheets from the bed, laughing at the fact that these were probably clean and that it made absolutely no sense to be cleaning them. I didn’t care though. It could’ve been a lot worse. He could’ve actually been here, and had stains on his white sheets that could possibly take me hours to remove.

I gathered them in my arms as I made my way towards the next few rooms. I found them to be in the exact same condition. This was stupid. They were just giving me busy work. I sighed as I made my way down to the laundry room. As I kicked the door open, I rear ended a guy with the same expression that I had on my face.

“I’m so sorry!” I yelped, dropping the sheets to see if he was okay.

“Don’t fret, baby girl. You only knocked me a little.” I laughed at his accent. He rolled his eyes in return.

“Sorry, I’m new here.”

“I can tell. What happened to your face?”

All this morning, I forgot about my face. Out of habit, I covered it with my hands.

“Hey, I didn’t say it was bad…” He slowly removed my hands from my face.

“I’m a girl, I own a mirror. But thanks anyway.” I shook my head as I gathered the clean sheets again.

“So, girl who owns a mirror, you got a name?”

“Nope.” I smiled as I turned the notch on the machine and hear it kick on. I spun around to face the open-mouthed boy I was messing with.

“Fine, you want to play hard to get? So can I!”

“Oh please, you’re like thirty.”

“Twenty-Two. Nice try though.” He smiled.

“Still. Four years older.” I smirked; trying not to laugh at the fact that he was not so subtle trying to flirt.

“Oh! So you’re the youngster now? I thought I was going to be the one that was forever young!”

“Shut up. I’m not a youngster. Just younger than you.”

“And everybody else here. But that doesn’t matter. I’m willing to bet by your attitude that you’ve got a stick shoved up your ass so far that even Chuck Norris couldn’t pull it out.”

I glared at him. One, for making fun of me for acting mature, and two, for making a super lame joke about Chuck Norris.

“What? I was just joking!”