Who the fuck are you guys? -Christine Karasco

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Christine's POV

I wanted to wait for the weekend to come. That was when my check would come in from both my work and my sister. Since my sister is all the way in France and has a lot of money, every other month she gives me a large amount of money to help me out. The only time I use it was to pay the house bills and a few groceries but that was it. I use my own money for mostly groceries and other house necessities. The rest I stashed in a bin. It was my getaway to go to France. Right after school, I was going to take classes to learn the language. Which would take like four whole years to work on that so, that's super expensive. I had to find a house over there too. A good college. I didn't really know how much it would be, but I wanted to save up. Maybe I had an extra to decorate my home with, maybe have a day at a fancy spa.

My time was coming up quick though. It's only been three days after Lee and Seabury disappeared and Thomas, James, and the King were thinking of leaving too. I had managed to let them stay a bit longer. I had told them to wait until the weekend to find a potential job. While they were waiting I told them to write a resume and that I'll deal with IDs. I had to look that shit up, but even then, I couldn't do it. They need proper registration, an original birth certificate, yadda, yadda, ya. I mean fake IDs are a thing, but I don't know where to even find that. And even if I did I wouldn't want to possibly get caught for that shit. I don't want that shit on my record. I'd just have to take them to get a new original birth certificate and do all that other stuff. 

It was the weekend already and I had a lot of things planned. We were going to the vital records office that is somewhere around here. Then I'd go to where my landlord lives and explain to her the situation about the men living with me. And then we'd go to the DMV to get an ID. Then after that, I'll take them out to eat. 

Like any other day for the past two weeks, I woke up at six in the morning to make some coffee. The coffee machine still sucks ass so I hope that it'll at least.  make a couple of cups for me, Alexander, and Washington. Washington deserves it, Alexander needs it or else he's cranky. Whatever is left is what the rest of the boys could salvage. Hercules knows how to work the coffee machine, but he's the last to wake up, so it just means the rest have to wait 'til he does. I'd make another thing for them, but I don't. For the most part, I don't have time since I leave for school as soon as I'm done getting ready. The other times, I just don't feel like it. But it's pretty easy to work it, once is enough to show them how right?

As my coffee was brewing I went upstairs and reached for the string from the attic. It's been a while since I cleaned up there, so there's a high chance that it's all dusty and full of cobwebs. I hesitate for a second. I really didn't want to deal with continuous sneezing and spiders... Either way, I let out a deep sigh and pull down the stairs to the attic. I had specifically hidden the blue bin of cash deep in the attic because not even the landlord would want to go in a mess like that and he's done far worse than go in a dirty attic. So surely a possible robber would even ignore it.  

I maneuver my way through the junk. Most of this stuff was from the owner before that just left it here. But I didn't want to sell them just yet and some of the stuff was real antique. I was going to keep them for a few more years, and then sell them so I can get more cash out of it. It was an old couple who had this house before and probably didn't think about how much a fortune it would cost to sell it. They also probably had a good retirement plan and don't even need that shit. Plus the furniture would look really good in my future house. I have a good design for it already. 

I pull out a bin labeled 'X-Mas lights' with plenty of stickers and markered smiley faces covering it. I drag the bin to the entrance of the attic and start heading downstairs with it. The bin was fucking heavy and took a while to pull down without spilling it everywhere. When the bin hit the last step, I straightened my back and turned my body to pop it somehow. Didn't really work...

I picked the bottom of the stairs and folded it back up into the entrance. I moved back to the bin and continued dragging it to the last set of stairs. Since these stairs were not as steep as the attic ones, it wasn't hard to take it down. The lid of the bin was cracked though and it was harder to keep all of the money inside. As I was concentrating on balancing the bin, one by one the boys upstairs piled out of their rooms, each of them asking what I was doing when they passed me. All I had told them was "Nothing," or "Tell you later..." 

By the time I was close to the last step Phillip had made his way down the stairs. I didn't even know he was upstairs in the first place. Last I saw him, he was still asleep when I was making coffee. He must've gotten up when I was in the attic. "Oh, good morning, Christine! What are you doing?" He greeted me. The bin hit the last step and I straightened my back. I put my hands on my hips and bend my back, it successfully popping. I sign in delight. Fucking finally! 

I look up to Phillip who was eyeing the bin. "Nothing," I reply and grab the bin once again. All I have to do is put it on the coffee table, 

"Well, do you need help?" He offered. I pause for a second and then shrugged. "Sure, get the other end," I say and in a second he bends down to get the other end of the bin. "Ok, on three pick it up." He nods, "One... two... Three!" We pick up the bin and slowly make our way to the coffee table. "Slide it on the table!" I struggled to keep the bin up, my arms were shaking more than usual. Jesus! What's making this so much heavier than before?? Then it occurs to me. One day I had reorganized the money just to procrastinate on my English essay. While I was doing that, I had found a bunch of quarters around the attic in the midst of organizing the money. I guess all this moving around made it sink to the bottom of the bin. I was meant to cash that in but I guess I forgot. 

"Whats-" Phillip grunted, "In this thing??"

"Money," I replied ad I put the end of the bin on the coffee table. I step over Hercule's arm to grab the mess these boys laid out onto the table. "Hold onto it real quick," I say as I slowly let go of the bin. I grab all of the plastic cups, magazines, my laptop, and the various papers with chicken scratch on it. I swear if this is how Alexander wrote, I'm teaching him how to make it where you can actually read it,

"WHAT?!" Phillip shouted, letting go of the bin for a quick second. Before I could help him out, he catches, causing the lid of the bin to fall off, revealing the stacks upon the stack of money inside the blue battered down bin. 

I quickly stack everything on my laptop to grab the lid. It was hard to balance the messy stack and bend over to get the lid. In the end, I decided to just pick it up with my foot, grabbing the round corner and picking it up to reach up to my hand. I then dropped the lid back on and helped Phillip slide the bin onto the table. I look up and saw the shock on Phillips's face. I stared up at him with a fake confusion, looking more amused than anything. "What? You've never seen 2 million dollars?" Phillips's eyes widened even more, looking between the bin and me. 

"Do you mind waking up the rest of the boys? I'll go make eggs and chorizo!"