A P H M A U
Once Aaron and I arrived home, we waved bye to the gang, and then Aaron and I stepped up the stairs of our front porch. Entering into our house, we made a face that obviously showed the expression, ew.
"Aaron! The house is a mess!" I said, looking around.
"I know babe, we should clean up, just in case anyone comes by later." Aaron suggested, he's so annoying but he can be such an irresistible guy. But I am glad I have him by my side.
"Sounds like a great idea! Let's start small, our room?" I suggested.
"Alright babe." Aaron agreed, kissing me on the forehead. I held his hand as we stepped over old, moldy pizza crusts, crumbled up pieces of paper, empty pop bottles, dirty laundry, and just tons of trash.
(a/n: woah I wrote pizzas instead of pieces)
Walking up the stairs was even more of a struggle, cheese was melted on the stairs to be a liquid, there was a frozen drip hanging over, there was loads of food, leftover steak, macaroni and cheese was also left on the stairs.
At last, what felt like eternity we made it up the stairs, opening the door to our room, I nearly fainted to the smell. It smelled like, dirty diapers times 10, moldy food, feet, smoke, sweat, it was DISGUSTING! I hopped over trash avoiding everything disgusting, grabbed the bottle of Lysol and sprayed it all around the room.
Our bed sheets and comforter were sprawled across melted and old food. Who did this? We've been keeping it clean for a very long time. I raced downstairs to grab some cleaning supplies such as, sponges, a bucket, window cleaner, grime soap, bleach, and rubber gloves, two pair to be exact.
Slowly stepping up the stairs, I realized just the entire floor at the top of the stairs was covered in trash. I entered our room and handed Aaron a pair of rubber gloves, I brought the bucket to the bathroom and filled it with water and soap, then brought it back to our room.
Swiping trash off of our desk I set the bucket down. I went back downstairs for the last time, and grabbed a black, large trash bag. Putting my hands on the rails, I pushed myself into a handstand and walked up the stairs with my hands on the rails. Flipping over and landing gracefully onto the trash-covered floor. Only to walk into another trash-covered floor and trash-filled room.
I picked up leftover pizza crusts, chicken bones, pieces of steak, cheese, and carefully picked up shattered glass, Aaron and I both carefully picking up at least 140 pieces of trash and glass. Soon enough we had a room that wasn't trash-covered. But it was dirty, we dipped our sponges into the soapy water, and scrubbed the walls and the floor. Drying them off with a towel. Still, there were clothes everywhere. Folding, large quantities of t-shirts, leggings, jeans, hoodies, under armor, underwear, bras, boxers, long sleeve shirts, sweaters, shorts, tights, socks, and sweat jackets. Stuff like that.
(a/n: I legit listed everything in my drawers and boxes, ya still moving in besides the fact that I have no tights, no under armor, no bras, no boxers. Ya)
After about 6 hours of cleaning our entire house, we were exhausted, picking up the last few pieces of trash we collapsed on our couch.
I took a long, sigh, shutting my eyes and leaning my head on Aaron's shoulder, his head leaning on my head.
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After waking up from a 4 hour nap, it was at least 6pm, we were still to tired to cook. We called an uber, and got McDonalds, munching on my food, I finished, Aaron dipped his last fry in his ketchup and finished his Pepsi, and then we called another uber and went home.
Arriving home, we saw two figures, wearing sunglasses? It's not even sunny out. They were sitting on our front porch chairs, staring down at books, the books covering their appearance. For some reason they looked awfully familiar. Stepping closer we noticed who they were.
P A W S O M E
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