Some Secrets Are Better Off Hidden

Chapter 3: Either Tom Is Lucky Or He Was Hired By A Complete Nutcase

Monday 7:00 am

Tom woke up early again, but this time it wasn't because of the sun rudely interrupting him from his sleep. But it might as well have been since it was shining as brightly as ever! I really need to get curtains...

But no, this time he set his alarm to 7 am.

He woke up earlier for the sole purpose of doing his laundry and cleaning his room.

Easier said than done.

But he rather not live in a pigsty, so he might as well clean up. Tom threw the blankets off of him. Even though the tiredness would not leave him, he was determined!

He got up and stretched, making some joints pop in the process.

Tom looked over his dresser to see his notebook laying on top of it. He groaned and rubbed his eyes.

Today is a new day! Whatever bad feelings you had yesterday won't pop up again. Just clean up this godforsaken room and you'll feel better. Tom repeated the first sentences a few more times in his head.

He heaved a sigh and removed his hands from his face.

He grabbed the materials he needed and got to work. Tom first took all the beer bottles around his room and put them in a garbage bag. He then rested the bag near the bed frame and put his dirty clothes in a laundry basket.

He swept and mopped the floor, making sure every stain and dust bunny was out of sight. Most of them at least.

He was still in his clothes from yesterday and he would rather it didn't stay that way. So Tom decided to do the laundry first, then throw the trash bag outside.

Tom closed his bedroom door behind him, laundry bin in hand. He couldn't see very well over the pile of stinky clothes, so he would take small careful steps.

Tom turned around and headed for the stairs. And as if on cue, he already bumped into something. Or should he say, someone, since it made a grunt after he walked into them.

Tom backed up slightly, lowering the laundry basket for a better view of who he walked into.

The person had a strong smell Tom definitely wasn't too fond of. They smelled like cinnamon and cigarettes.

Tom wrinkled his nose in disgust out of instinct as he looked up to see who it was.

Red Guy.

He was looking at Tom the same way Tom was looking at him. With pure disgust. "Watch where you're going freak," Red dude spoke coldly.

He purposely bumped shoulders with Tom as he walked past him.

Tom dropped the basket in the process. He bit his tongue to stop himself from talking back. The last thing he needed was a fight, especially this early in the morning. Red dude entered his room and Tom took that as his chance to pick up his clothes and head downstairs.

After looking for maybe forever, Tom found the laundry room right under the stairs. Who puts a laundry room under the stairs? That's where the basement is supposed to be.

Tom guessed that they didn't have a basement since he literally checked every other room. But he also couldn't shrug off the annoyance of how stupid it was to put a laundry room under the stairs.

He put his clothes in the washer and started it after pouring the laundry detergent.

As Tom walked out, he saw Edd putting on his shoes and jacket. It looked like he was going somewhere. "Where are you going Edd?" Tom asked, scratching the back of his neck.