He had never seen a room so...
Filthy? No. That's not the word. It wasn't filthy, there were a pair of desks and a bunk bed pressed up against the beige wall. Both bunks, the windowsill, and most of the first desk were covered in clothing and chip bags. The other desk had cans and cans of sodas, a few hidden tan glass bottles (Which he then assumed that his roommate was just a bottle player. He had never seen bottles like them before), and even an empty pack some candy called Marlboros. It wasn't filthy. It was just disorganized.
He felt bad touching all of his new roommate's stuff, but this was absurd. He was not going to live in this warzone of a room and still be able to sleep at night. Noel realized he couldn't, even if he wanted to. His bed was too buried to see the mattress.
The room was dark, perfect start for cleaning. Little particles of dust lazily flew in the blue tinted air, the only light coming from the cloudy afternoon sky. It was serene but smelt horribly like man sweat and unwashed shirts. Whoever lived here, didn't slack on the reps at the gym.
He flicked the orange-hued lights on and began to separate the clothes, trash, and belongings into separate bags. The bland buzzing overhead faded into the background as he began picking piece after piece up. In one bag, Noel put clothing that still smelt clean. In one bag, he put clothes that smelt like sweat and pheromones. This process alone took him a solid twenty minutes and he was working QUICKLY. The last thing he wanted was for his roommate to come back and see Noel going through all his stuff.
In a separate bag, he threw out all the trash and separated the recycling into a different bag. As he was doing it, Noel learned a lot more about his roommate's habits. There were hundreds of empty cans of ramen or instant food scattered behind the desk. After throwing those out in a scent proof bag, Noel felt a lot better about the smell of the room.
He tried not to touch any of his other stuff or move it too much. He had to pick them up temporarily to wipe down the tables, chairs, and closet floor. Or to get something from out beneath it.
Four hours later, and the sun was beginning to set. It took him 2 for organizing, one for laundry, one half for recycling, trash, and polishing, and one half for vacuuming. He was wiped out.
There's really no point in going to dinner, right? He thought to himself. I'll just take a nice... little... Before his head even hit the pillow on the bottom bunk, he was fast asleep, all curled up in sheets that were not his.
No more than two hours later, Noel wouldn't realize that his slightly tipsy roommate would come back to see the room cleaner than it had ever been in years.
SO SO SORRY FOR THE SHORT CHAPTER
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I spent most of my writing time tonight changing this whole story into the third person.
I'm hoping to have the next chapter be longer and more interesting. This chapter was more of a filler.
~ Thank you ~
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