9 Ben

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So i woke up this morning and opened my door out into the hallway. As i opened it i was hit with a fuming warm stench of cleaning products. Mum. She was at it again. My mother has very bad OCD, and just at the moment its gotten worse. Whenever she was nervous about something it would flare up and she would clean the entire house, top to bottom, and Dad and i would be stuck in a house that could be a gas chamber. I walked back into my room and opened all my windows. I then went to every other room in the house and opened their windows, leaving my little brothers till last. I went in there without knocking and opened the single window he had above his huge amount of guitars. There were three acoustics one baby sized one with nylon strings, two electric ones and a purple bass. I was extremely jealous that he had all of them, although i do have a few of my own. I had one acoustic, two electric and two bass'. Our family were pretty musical. Just as i left the room i heard a mumble coming from the closet. I walked over to it and pulled it down. Looking into it, it was actually a long skinny other room that only fit a single bed in it. Thats where my brother slept. He didnt want his bed in his room because he needed room for his band, so dad built that for him.

I walked out into the hallway and down to the lounge.  Sitting there on the iPad was dad. He was wearing a gas mask mask. I snuck around behind him, grabbed the front of the mask, pulled it forwards and let it go. The mask snapped back on his face at a painful speed. He got up and began chasing me around the room.
"C'mere ya li'l shit!" He joked as he grabbed me around the shoulders and pushed me up against the wall.
"Haha i give in! I give in!" And he let me down again. For a guy who was getting on, he still had a lot of muscle. We would go to the gym together and work out a lot, it was good to get out of the house.
"So whats up with the old lady this time?"
"Same as." Same as was me. It was me because im gay. Not because she doesnt like me or anything but, because she knows how hard it is for me and so she freaks out because she thinks im going to cark myself. Her brother was gay and he killed himself because of all the bullying and stuff. I tell her its not as bad as it was back then. Everyone is a lot more accepting, there are just a few people who still cant handle it.
"Ill go get her." I say as i walk to the bathroom. Mum is hunched over the bath scrubbing it so hard that its almost blindingly white.
"Okay mum i think its clean now"
"Oh im sorry Benny, i just. I care about you. And you going off to that popular boys house, its frightening. What if he beats you up darling!"
"Oh shit thats right! I almost forgot. Um im gonna go get ready mum. But trust me he isnt going to do anything i promise."
"Okay hun. I love you."
"I love you too mum" And i give her a kiss on her cheek.

I get changed into black skinny jeans and a Nirvana t-shirt. put some stuff in a bag sling it over my shoulder and head to the door. My dad is waiting there holding a $50 note.
"Buy some breakfast, you havent had any today."
"Okay dad thanks so much, bye!"
"Goodbye, stay safe, text me if you need"
"Will do"
I walked out the door and got into my car. It was a now kinda shitty 1969 dodge charger, that, once im finished with it, will look as good as back in its hay day. But for now, every time i change gear it sounds like the muffler drops out the bottom of it. I drove it to a gourmet kebab shop, picked up a Moroccan spiced chicken kebab, and ate it all the way to Eliots place.
"Hey!" I said after Eliot opened his door. "Sorry im early, i just had to get out of home, my mum was going cleaning crazy!"
""Haha thats okay, come on in. Please just ignore how nasty it looks in here, go around the corner there and at the end of the hallway is my room, just go straight in and ill meet you there." 
"Okey dokey" I said and walked in. The kitchen and lounge area were completely white washed and there wasnt actually anything really in the lounge. I walked down the hallway like he said and opened the door.

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