Novel & Cerita Dirty Laundry

(mi love) Jonny asks me from where he sits on my couch. “Oh, I need to get my laundry cleaned so I was getting it all together”, I explained. “How do you plan on getting that to the laundromat?”, he asks me curiously. “Drag it in the hamper like I always do”, I confessed to him. He looks at me shocked, “Amory, I can drop you off”. “That's not necessary", I argue. “It's dirty laundry, you don’t need to be handling it”!

I start scrubbing at the carpet with ferocity. “Just like you,” he counters, and then he lets out a low, guttural groan that makes my stomach do a weird little flip despite the fact that I am currently elbow-deep in a cleaning disaster. I finished the job and stood up. I didn’t look back as I hauled the bag of trash toward the door because if I see one more inch of his bare butt, I am going to lose my mind. I’ll need a very strong bleach with a high concentration of acid to clean out the live p**n image from my head.

I felt so flushed and embarrassed I lost my appetite immediately. "Thanks for the meal. I'll do the dishes later" I said as I hurriedly cleared my plate and dashed upstairs. I could feel him watch my every move and it made me so nervous, I almost ran. I got to my room and decided to quickly wash off my face first, like washing my face would mean washing off the embarrassment. I got to the bathroom and tried to turn on the tap but the part went off completely and the water poured out uncontrollably. Shit I had forgotten Anna had told me it was faulty.

I hate this day. Maybe if I take the shirt to one of the places that specialize in cleaning clothes, they can remove the stains for me. Dry cleaners, I think they are called. I can’t afford to lose this shirt. While I have more of Caleb’s clothes modified to fit me, this is my favorite because it is made from the shirt he wore on our first date. I scrub the stains even harder, hoping that some god will take mercy on me. “My Lady,” I suddenly hear coming from my right.

Growing worried, he explained, "I'm not filthy! Maddy, I take daily showers and wash my socks every day. This is…" I waved at him and clarified, "This has nothing to do with you at all. I'm just a neat freak." That was pretty much a pointless statement. It didn't take him long to realize I still thought he was filthy. … I felt like barfing again. This time, I puked all over the throw I bought on my first trip with Ryan. It was a pale-colored throw that was easily stained. Sometimes, Ryan would leave crumbs all across the surface when he snacked in the living room.

"Do you even recognize the brand of this dress? It's unlikely you can clean it adequately! Hand-washing simply won't suffice." Feeling embarrassed by the situation, the waitress proposed, "I'm terribly sorry. May I cover the dry cleaning costs for you?" "Dry cleaning costs? Are you truly unaware or simply feigning ignorance?" Luna shot back, her tone dripping with disdain. Suddenly, she lunged forward and delivered a sharp jab to the waitress's head. "This dress is made from high-quality fabric. Whether it's hand-washed or dry-cleaned, these stains are nearly impossible to remove. You were deliberately attempting to ruin it, weren't you?"

of the sauce for me and sent a bunch of wine pairing suggestions. She’s the best little sister I could ask for. I reply with a thanks and then get up. I try to devote one day a week to getting shit done, and it’s usually on the day I don’t work. Then the house is somewhat cleaned, groceries are stocked, and my laundry is done and, well, not folded and put away if I’m being honest. But at least the clean pile is separate from the dirty, right?

“Your home? After what you did today? You don’t deserve to breathe the same air as us. Dira’s face is all over the internet because of you!” “I didn’t do anything!” My voice cracked with desperation. Tension coiled in my chest, tight enough to snap. “It was staged! Someone is blackmailing—” “Save the lies,” the tall guy cut me off, shoving past me to grab a framed photo of me and Clyde from the shelf. He smashed it against the wall. Glass shattered. “We saw the livestream. You were dragging her, making her beg. Pathetic.” Another intruder—a stocky boy in a varsity jacket—knocked over a chair, then yanked open drawers, scattering papers and Clyde’s school notes across the floor. “This is what

Aria It’s really important to me to do the best job possible cleaning Sebastian’s room, so I am multitasking as much as possible. I have a load of laundry in--mostly towels, though I also need to wash his sheets--I have sprayed the bathtub so that the cleaner can start to loosen some of the grime that has adhered itself to the tile over the last few weeks when it’s been pretty clear that Gloria hasn’t actually been cleaning anything, and I’m busy dusting all of the furniture so that I can vacuum. I know I have to make time to iron all of his shirts, too. I knew there was something wrong the moment I first saw him this morning because his shirt was so wrinkly. He’s usually so put together.

This time, she sat. The leather was expensive. Everything in this room probably costs more than her monthly salary. Adrian took his seat across from her and slid a thick folder across the desk. “What’s that?” she asked. “Your lifeline.” She opened it cautiously. Legal language greeted her. Dense. Precise. Intimidating. “NDA?” she asked. “Yes.” “Plural?” “Yes.” She flipped pages, eyes widening. “Non-disclosure, non-disparagement, media conduct—are you serious?”