Emison: Unsteady

3- Poor Hanna

Emily's POV

"Get up, kid" A force pulled the warm blanket from my body as I stirred in my sleep. "You have a room for a reason, you know" The voice spoke way too loudly for such an early Saturday morning. I glanced up at my brother who stood behind the couch in his work uniform, his eyebrows raised expectantly while munching on some Cap'n Crunch.

"What?" I rasp, curling up on the couch to reduce the surface area of my body contact with the cool air.

"Clean this shit up before I get back from my shift" He spoke authoritatively, munching on his cereal and succeeding in ruining my sleep.

I lift my head groggily to see our small living room trashed with food wrappers, used bowls and random mismatched socks on the wooden floorboards. I drop my head back down, attempting to fall back to sleep when I hear Caleb walk away to rinse out his cereal bowl.

I was close to being engulfed back into a deep sleep when light sprinkles of water came trickling down, contacting with my bare back as I remember stripping down into my sports bra and plaid boxers before I fell asleep last night, well early this morning after we left Noel's at 1am.

The water was cold as I groan, my eyes snapping open just to narrow at my obnoxious brother. "Seriously, get up, fuckface. It's already 1pm. I don't look after your dumb ass and pay rent for you to just sit around and leave the apartment looking like trash." He tossed me my clothes as I sit up on the worn out beige couch.

"Yeah, I'll clean it up, just go" I mumble, pulling my gray sweatpants up my legs, the waistband hugging my hips fittingly before throwing on a plain white shirt.

"Remember to lock the door before you leave to go anywhere, Em. I know you" He points at me with his car keys before leaving through the front door.

"Fuck" I whisper, rubbing the sleep from my eyes. I squint my eyes to look over at the time blinking on the microwave, seeing that it is not in fact 1pm, it's 8am. That doucebag.

Our apartment was pretty small and can't exactly be described as luxurious. The second you walk in you see the open kitchen and a small living room with old and worn out furniture. The only thing new is the flatscreen TV that we received as a housewarming gift from Noel, the dude seriously has money to spend. Then a short hallway leads to the two bedrooms, one on each opposing sides of the hallway and a bathroom at the far end. The only thing you'll see in my room is a double-sized bed that squeaks with every movement from how old the metal is and walls filled with random posters. Some are more provocative than others.

I tilt my head to the side, far enough to hear the several satisfying pops of my bone cracking and doing the same to the other side. I felt relief in the stiffness of my joints as I stood up to begin cleaning up the mess in the living room area.
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"Fuck me" I let out a heavy sigh as I plop myself back down onto the firm couch, turning the TV on with the remote. I navigate through the Netflix account that our whole group uses, but Noel owns it so he's that one friend who pays for the subscription monthly. When we had a small dispute some time last year, because he caught Alison and I having sex on his bed during a party, he changed the password and let everyone know apart from Ali and I. Petty, I know. I even changed the sheets as an apology.

I put on Orange is the New Black even though I barely pay attention when watching. I only do when the character Maritza comes on, totally not because she's hot as hell. Totally.