"Damn you, you stupid freaking machine!!!" I gave the washer a good kick and grabbed my clothes, slammed them into a basket, and walked over to a new washer. I opened it and put my clothes in. I put my money in, turned it on, and sat down with my book.
A girl about my age with short shaggy blue hair, long tan legs and arms covered in tattoos walked in carrying two huge duffle bags and dropped them on the ground in front of the same washer I had just attempted to use.
"Hey, that washer steals money I wouldn't use it if I were you." I smiled at her and went back to reading. The girl grunted a thank you and moved to the washer beside mine. I couldn't help but notice that she was pulling out guy underwear and t-shirts and lots of gym shorts. The other bag consists of the same thing but in smaller sizes. She finished and sat down next to me. She was pretty cute, slim but not skinny and built-ish; like she played soccer a lot or something.
She pulled out her own book and we sat in silence, letting the churning of the washers fill the space our words weren't occupying. She flipped pages, I flipped pages. The air was comfortable. Her phone buzzed and she sighed and closed her book.
"I'm sorry but do you mind watching my clothes I've got to run upstairs and check on my brother."
Her voice was deep and raspy, I stuttered a 'no problem' and she left the laundromat taking the steps two at a time.
Her clothes rang about five minutes after she bounced up the stairs. I peeked at the doorway, then got up to move her laundry. She had sweat shirts and shorts and mismatch socks, tees and jeans of every color. I guess she didn't care to separate her clothes. I peeked at the doorway again, no girl. I pulled all her clothes out, paused at the only pair of girly underwear in the pile, bright pink and ruffled. For some reason I doubt this girl would wear these. I blushed, maybe they weren't hers! 'Stop day dreaming! You can't just catch another lesbian in the laundry room that's just cheesy! Stuff like this doesn't happen in the real world Eva, just get your laundry done and leave you'll never see this girl again.'
Max tackled me as I unlocked the door and walked in. Max then bounded out the open door. "Max!!! Come back here!!!" I laughed as I dumped my bag of clothes on the couch and ran out the door. Max had attacked a cute little boy of about twelve wearing a helmet and pads and skates. Max was licking the heck out of him. "Max!" I ran over to the boy and helped him up. I laughed. He was short, with blonde hair and green eyes with a smear of freckles across his round face. I had seen him before, banging down the hall and across the courtyard in his skates. He seemed to be better on them now. "Thanks." said the boy. "No problemo sorry about Max, he loves kids."
There was a furious thunder of steps and the girl from the laundromat came running up the stairs full force, chest heaving, she didn't see us until she turned the corner.
"WHERE..." huff, huff, "HAVE YOU BEEN?" More huffing and puffing came from the laundromat girl. Guess she doesn't play soccer after all...
"I just went around the building once! You were gone soooooooo long!" Whined the boy.
"Dude, I was worried, I told you not to leave till I got home." she scolded the boy. "I just went around the building, I was bored." he smiled. "I'm sorry." she hugged him, and then looked at me.
"I see you've met Conner." She looked at me. "It's more like Max tackled him and I came to the rescue." on cue max sat at my heel panting and looking up at me with a huge doggie smile. I rubbed his head.
"Well, since we are all out here, anyone wanna go skating in the park? It's a pretty day." Conner and Max both held the same expression, excited puppy.
"I was getting ready to take Max for his evening walk." I said, turning to the girl. "I'm Eva, I live in 16B, this is Max, he also lives in 16B." I held out my hand to her, and Max extended his paw.
The girl laughed, the first friendly sound that I've heard come out of her since we met in the laundromat. "I'm Alex, this is Conner, we live in 14D". She shook my hand and then turned to her brother, "Lets go then Conner! Eva would you like to join us? Since you were going that way anyway?..."
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Lemonade
Teen FictionAlex and Eva had both lived on the same block, in the same apartment building for five years. They never so much as waved to each other until Max, an extra chunky pit pull puppy, literally tied them together. Sometimes fate has a funny way of making...
