Mine

Chapter Eight

I woke up the next morning and saw that my dad had already gone to work and that my mom was still sleeping on her bed. So i decided to do my mom a favor and wash the plates. i went upstairs with my hands full of plates and i saw Dominic in the living room watching TV. "hey" i said. "hey, oh let me help you with that" he said as he got up and got the small gate out of the way infront of the stairs so their dog wouldnt go downstairs. "thanks" i quickly went into the kitchen and turned on the kitchen sink and started washing the plates. "ah ah ah, nope. im washing the plates for you" said Dominic. "noo its my job to wash the plateess" i said back to him. "well then you take a seat and have a break from washing the plates and i'l washt them for you" he said as he pushed me out the way from the sink so that he could wash the plates. i tried the pouty face on him to see if it'd work. "pretty pwease, let me wash the plates. i'll love you forever" i gave him the pouty lip with the puppy dog eyes. "uh i have a six year old sister, you really think that's going to work?" i didnt answer him but kept the pouty face going. he kept staring deep into my eyes and in my mind i was just like "please let me wash the plates" over and over again, like dont get me wrong i hate washing the dishes but i hate it even worse if someone does it for me. "uhhh nooo. why is it working?? no im not giving innn" he said as he tried to look away so he wouldnt see me. i sniffled my nose as if i were crying and he finally budged. "ugghh fiinnee!! i cant believe im doing this" and he moved out the way for me. "hehe thank you" i told him as i got back infront of the sink to wash the dishes. 

when i was about halfway done with the dishes i heard some footsteps come down the stairs once more. when they finally got downstairs i saw that it was Dominic's little sister. "Hi Donni" she called him as she walked into the kitchen barefooted rubbing her eyes still in her PJ's. and thats when i laughed out loud. "Donni?? awww thats so cute! is that what she calls you?" i asked him. "shut up. when she was little she couldnt say Dominic so she called me Donni instead" he crossed his arms across his chest. "imma start calling you that then. Donni" i giggled at how i said it. it sounded as if a little kid were saying it. "no shut up. dont call me that" he said getting a bit mad. "Donni, Donni, Donni, hehe i like it. its a cute nickname for you" "ugghhh" he started to go back upstairs. "hehe byee Donni" i said as he dissapeared up the stairs.