Just Ordinary

Chapter 1:Love and Lose(pt.1)

I picked up my phone reading:

"I'm on my way home, I'll be there in roughly half and hour, love you."

He set his phone down, "Everyone out, maybe clean a thing or two before you go!" A hoard of people start seeping out of the front door. I turned my neck left to see a huge stain on the couch left behind by some drunk. It stunk strongly of beer in the house. I then looked right and saw a fair skinned boy who was picking up broken pieces of glass. I sat down to help him.
He was pretty tall and had light brown hair. I hardly noticed when he said, "Sorry, I'll pay for it!" I nodded and smiled.
Soon after a shorter male slid through the door. He grabbed my attention like a magnet. He had chubby cheeks that where red from the cold outside. He was just shorter than me. He had baby pink hair that suited his soft looking face. Even though he looked tired and his hair was a mess, he was beautiful.
"C'mon Jungkook, we need to head home." He motioned his hand towards himself. His hands where really small and baby-ish. They looked like they would fit perfectly in my hands. A perfect match.
"Ok." Jungkook stood up and gave me another short sorry and picked up his phone from the table. He then stepped outside, and before the door closed I got a glimpse of the cute boy put his arm around Jungkook.
Was that his little brother, friend, boyfriend? I thought. I felt a pang in my heart about the thought of him dating another person. I crouched down by a counter and opened a cabinet under the sink. I pushed aside the Windex and pulled out a can of Febreeze. I pushed the handle and sprayed it throughout the house to try to smother the smell. I then picked up the stained cushion and ran water over it. I let the water soak in as I picked up the glass that Jungkook was cleaning up before. I swept it up and put it in a paper bag, then into the trash. I grabbed the cushion again and started scrubbing at it with a washcloth trying not to breath. Almost all of the vomit was off of the cushion before my mother got home. I set it back onto the couch and walked throughout the house to do small clean ups.
I stepped into my room, which was surprisingly clean and laid on my bed, then put my earbuds in. I heard a car door slam outside, a man and a woman fighting. There was minimal swearing, but then it entered the house. My mother and Father called names at each other, they screamed, cried. The vibe of the house became very negative very quickly. I pulled out one of my earbuds to hear what's fully going on. There's something about my father with another girl. I rolled my eyes, for this has happened many times before. I heard a buzz from across the room. I picked up my phone to see a notification, there was nothing. I set my feet on the floor and stood up. It buzzed again, I looked over on my desk and there was someone's phone.