Chapter Four: Gabuscus
“Are you really going to do my laundry?”
“Yes,” I replied.
"Well, okay…” Toby pushed open the door to his laundry room.
“Holy oh my God…” I whispered, staring at the pile of clothes.
“Yeah, it’s a lot.” He said, scratching the back of his head.
“You think?” I shot him an incredulous look.
“You really don’t have to. I mean, you’re kind of a guest. I’ll get around to it sometime. I’ve just been so busy.”
“No. This needs to be done NOW.” I replied, glaring at him. “This is why guys shouldn’t live by themselves.” I muttered, opening the washing machine and shoving his t-shirts in.
“Well, it would help if I had a girlfriend that lived with me.”
“Then get one.” I said, searching for the detergent. “Where the hell is your detergent?”
“Oh, I don’t have any.”
I sighed and shook my head. “Fine, go get me some shampoo or something.”
“Yes ma’am.” He replied and left, coming back moments later with shampoo in hand. “Why do you need-”
“Gimme,” I said, snatching the bottle from his hand. “Thank you!” I poured some into the washing machine and closed the lid, pressing the buttons and starting it up. “There!”
I leaned back against the machine and sighed. “Sooo…”
I hopped up onto the washing machine and put my hands in my lap. I watched Toby watching me as I bit my lip. “Know what I’ve always wanted?”
“What?” he asked, staring at me.
“…To marry you.”
Toby laughed that amazing laugh again and said, “Well, wouldn’t we have to be in love first?”
“I already am in love with you.”
“Oh.” he said, smiling. “Then I’d have to be in love with you.”
“How could I get that to happen?” I asked, wiggling my eyebrows.
“You’d have to do this.” He replied, and came towards me, holding my face in his hands. Before I knew it, he pressed his lips to mine and I made a squeaking sound. As soon as I realized what was going on, I started moving my lips with his, kissing him back to let him know I loved it. I felt his hand move up my side and I smiled. Toby pulled away too soon, breathless, as was I.
“That? That’s what I’d have to do?” I asked, between breaths.
I laughed and hugged him, letting myself breathe him in.
The doorbell rang, interrupting us. “Someone is at your door, Toby.” I mumbled into his neck.
“Right.” He replied and let me go. I stayed sitting on his washing machine while I listened to him and some other guy talk.
“It’s Gabe-uscus. There’s a pause.”
I gasped and hopped down from the washing machine and ran out to the doorway. “GABUSCUS!” I squealed and attacked him.