abnormally normal

chap two

standing there in my bra and underwear, I realized something.

I forgot my fucking math homework in my locker.

well that doesn't really help the 52 i have in the class.

I quickly came to terms with it and shrugged, tugging a huge sweatshirt on and baggy sweats I haven't washed in eight days. they had a cream cheese smeared all over the side from when I stuck a half eaten bagel in my pocket when I was running late to school.

I crinkled my nose slightly at my own filth and tugged at my still wet hair, twisting it to the side.

I picked up my room slightly, throwing clothes into my laundry basket and began carrying them up the stairs to the laundry room.

once I reached the peak of the stairs and turned the corner, I saw nate lounging lazily on the couch, a plate with crumbs scattered all over it set on the table in front of him.

"hey handsome!" I called to him, getting his attention quick, and a lopsided grin set on to his face once he spotted me. I rested the basket against my hip. "what are you doing here anyways?"

"well," he pushed himself off the couch, walking towards me. "my mom isn't home and I got hungry so I came over here."

"wow glad to know I'm here for one thing and one thing only: to feed your fatass. is that all you ever want? food?" I said teasingly, rolling my eyes.

"I come here to get complimented too."

"of course."

he smiled and gestures towards my basket. "need help?"

I shook my head. "no that's alright, thank you though."

"cool," he said, grabbing the basket out of my hand and making his way down the hall.

I jogged to keep up with him, not commenting on the fact he took my basket.

"what are your plans the rest of the day?" I shuffled my feet slightly so I don't step on his heels.

nate shrugged. "not sure. why?"

"it's a friday, let's do something." we reach the laundry room and he sets the basket on top of the washer. I push myself onto the dryer that sat next to it and let my feet dangle.

"like what? go to wendy's?" he says sarcastically, starting to put my clothes in the machine.

"yes actually."

he stopped what he was doing and peered at me for a moment. "okay." he said blandly. he put the rest of my clothes in, put in detergent, and started it.

I hopped off the drier and brushed my pants off.

"just because you brush them off doesn't change the fact they're dirty and so are you." nate pointed at the stain on my pants and I flagged him off.

"yeah yeah. I need to throw some jeans on." I opened the drier to see if any of my pants were in there, and I spotted my pair of paint pants that had colors scattered all over them. I pulled out a plain white tee shirt to go with it and stripped down to my under garments.

I tugged the pants on and nate picked up the clothes I just discarded to the ground, setting those on top of the washer too. I yanked the top over my head and my blue bra could be seen through it.

"let's go."

"cute bra." nate flicked my boob lightly and I slapped his hand.

"I know."

I found my flip flops by the door and slid them on. my feet were gross and I forgot to cut my toenails, and to add to that my toenails were still sporting pink nail polish from summer that was chipped and nasty. I reached down to my book bag I discarded by the door and unzipped it, grabbing my wallet out of the front.