Stuck Together

The Chores

"Shall I re-read who is going to be cooking and cleaning today?" Tony stood in front of the tired group, still clothed in their pajamas.

"Yeah, Sure." John [Oates] yawned

"Today, cooking is Roland and for the cleaning Joe will be taking the responsibility. Feel free to help either one today. I've also decided to have Manny run to store on the in-between days instead of going with Jez and Ian."

"Thank goodness that's not my job." Martin rested his hand against his face before closing his eyes.

"Everyone get up, it's time to get to work." He motioned for them to stand up

Laura's eyes were squinted "I think it's too early to get started, Tony." She let out a long yawn

"I'll get to work..." Perry stood from the floor.

"Well, you go ahead Cinderella, I'm going back to bed." Steven exit the room with the shuffling sound of his slippers.

Wednesday, 1:10 p.m.

"Move it, Steven!" Joe pushed his friends stretched out legs with the vacuum cleaner.

"Go do that somewhere else. I'm trying to watch this!" He objected

"Do you need any help, man?" Daryl put his book back into the shelf.

"Act-" Joe started

"No, he's fine!" Steven interrupted in a chuckle

"If you insist, man." Hall went up to the stairs with a pencil rested behind his ear.

"You missed a spot." Steven pointed to a spot on the white rug.

Joe rolled his eyes in response, dragging the machine over the "missed" spot in anger.

"Oh, Joe! When you're done in here you have some clothes to fold in the laundry room." Ian patted him on the back before continuing in the kitchen.

"Better get to it, Cinderella." Steven teased

Upstairs at 1:24 p.m.

"This is ridiculous," Perry mumbled under his breath as he finished the last article of clothing.

"Did everyone just happen to wash everything in their closet?" He carried each pile into the corresponding rooms.

Laura walked past the young guitarist "Are these mine?" She pointed to the pile in his arms.

"Yeah, do you want them?" He pushed the clothes in her arms.

"Thanks, I need to change out of these sweaty PJs." She took them into her room.

He continued to the laundry room but was stopped with Laura's call.

"Umm... these aren't mine." She had an embarrassed and disturbed look on her face as she handed him back a pair of ripped, Jean shorts.

"Then who in the world would..."

"Oh, those are mine!" Jon overheard the conversation

"What are you doing with shorts like this?" He quickly shoved them into his hands.

"It gets hot in New Jersey."

"Don't wear them near me."

"They're just shorts! Girls wear them all the time." He exclaimed

"It's different for a non-Shapley man."

Joe huffed in irritation "sorry for the confusion, Laura." He went back to the laundry room to finish.