Escaped Masterpiece (The A Reports Series)

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I jerked awake, after hearing three loud knocks on my bedroom door.

"Seriously Gabriel, its noon and we need to clean. Get yourself out of bed." Pam shouted, her voice getting quieter as she walked back to the main part of the trailer.

I grumbled, but rolled out of bed. I threw on a t-shirt that had a Batman comic print all over it, and stayed in my boxers. I don't have to wear pants in my own goddamn house.

I walked out to the living room, and Pam was sitting on the couch, looking around the trailer. She had a slight furrow in her brow and her lip between her teeth, which were both a sign that she was thinking.

She looked towards me, noticing I had finally gotten up. "Okay, I was thinking we could start with the bathroom and closets, get rid of old bottles of hoarded goo, and old clothes, and then we could both tackle the living room, and then finish in the kitchen?" She asked.

"Yeah, that works with me. Do you want me to help you go through the closets, because I went through mine a week ago. Or I could start on the bathroom?"

"Help me with the closets, and then we'll both jump on the bathroom, cause most of the shit in there is mine, but you made the mess." She said, giving me a pointed look.

"Fair enough, let's get started." I said.

We started with the closet in her room, we worked in mostly silence, but once in a while, she would ask my opinion on an item. After we went through that one, and the one by the front door, we had three bags of clothes to bring to donate.

In the bathroom she went through all of her bottles of her stuff on the small counter. I wiped down the shower, scrubbed the toilet, and then swept and mopped the floor.

"I'm not cleaning the sink." I told her. "I rinse my toothpaste spit out of it, so the blue streaks are not from me."

"I try to rinse it out," Pam said, sounding embarrassed. "I can't help it if it refuses to budge." She held her hand down to me, where I was still seated on the floor by the toilet for the spray bottle, and scrub pad.

"I'll go start on the living room, okay?" I edged around her in the small space.

The living room wasn't horrible; it had just collected a lot of stuff over the last couple weeks. I started picking up random items and starting putting them in piles. Sketch book, sat on the pile to go into my room. Cosmetology magazine, along with the rest of Pam's subscriptions. So on, and so forth. I was done with almost half the room when Pam emerged from the bathroom.

"If you wanna grab this pile of dishes, and start in the kitchen, I'm almost done here." I told her.

She came over and grabbed the few pairs of silverware, and two bowls I had found, then went and started to rinse them to put them in the dishwasher.

"So you go look at that new art museum yet? I know you were talking about it while they were building it." She asked.

"Yeah, I went to it with Sang last Sunday. It was pretty cool, but really clean and modern. I hope they let some local artist go in and do murals and stuff." I told her, going through the things on the coffee table now.

"Sang, huh? She still hanging around? I haven't seen her since I met her; you aren't hiding me from her, are you?" She asked jokingly, but I could hear an underlying tone of disappointment in her voice.

"No, there is just a lot going on, and she's really busy" I reassured her, leaving out the part that we weren't hiding Pam from Sang, we were hiding Sang from Pam's revolving door of boyfriends and their various issues.