Day 3: Doing Laundry-Sabriel

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by Its_Mikaaaa

by Its_Mikaaaa

Let's be honest. I don't really know what's gonna happen with this one. I guess we will find out then. Shall we? Hope you enjoy!

Third Person POV:

Gabe hayed doing the laundry. That was just a fact of life. He would much rather be doing almost anything else than doing laundry; however, when his husband was home, things got a little more entertaining.

Sam was sitting on the couch after just having finished the dishes. Nothing good was on T.V. but he kept watching the mind numbing talk shows just as something to do. All of a sudden he feels something hit the back of his head and heard a small giggle.

Turning around, he sees his husband poking his head out from behind a wall with a big mischievous smile on his face. Looking to his left Sam sees one of his old band shirts in a ball. It takes him a moment before he puts together that Gabriel threw the shirt and that he's just started a war. A smirk grows upon Sam's face as he slowly grabs the shirt and balls it up. Within seconds, the shirt hurdles toward Gabe's face. A surprised gasp escapes his lips and his smirk grows.

"You've done it Gabe, this is war!" Sam called as he ran down the hall to their bedroom for their dirty clothes. Gabe's laughter rang through the halls and Sam couldn't help but smile.

Hours later, after many flannels, jeans, sweatpants, and sweatshirts had been thrown, Sam stood up on the coffee table in the living room. His arm drew back and he stared Gabe in the eyes; Gabe was in the same position. They were at an impasse. Sam looked away for a spit second and suddenly a sweatshirt hit his chest. He decided to make things as dramatic as possible and flopped backward onto the couch, putting the back of his hand over his forehead.

"I am wounded. How could you betrau me like this Gabe! After I married you too!" Sam called out, sticking out his left hand to show the wedding band on it. At this point Gabe ran over and was playing along.

"No Sam you can't leave me alone in this cruel world!" He dramatically uttered out. Laughing a bit toward the end, he manged to break Sam's serious demeanor. Within seconds, the both of them were belly laughing.

"Well Gabe, looks like we gotta do laundry again", Sam finally spoke out after calming himself down. Stream about the house were a mix of dirty clothes, clean clothes, and random trinkets that fell off of shelves due to being in the cross fire of a tee shirt. Gabe looked around and laughed once more.

"I guess we probably should", Gabe muttered quietly as he placed his head on Sam's shoulder. It goes without saying that they may or may not have not cleaned up like they said they would until the next morning.

Hello again! I don't know what that was but it was fun to write! Hope you enjoyed and I will type to you later. Peace!

~QSBC
525 words 5/3/19