Dirty Laundry Song Novels & Stories

Lola’s words flew faster than her racing thoughts. Adrian pulled over to the side of the road, the car’s engine humming quietly. He leaned back, running a hand through his hair. “I know. And I’m sorry. I really am. But listen, that ring? It means nothing now. She’s out of my life. Completely.” “Out of your life,” Lola repeated, voice low, incredulous. “You say that, but here we are. In your car. With the ring. I can’t even begin to pretend I’m not seeing it. It’s right there. Between us.”

Janessa handed everyone a microphone. “What are we singing?” Cassie hissed to Brianna. The words hadn't come up on the screen yet. “Dirty by Christina Aguilera,” Brianna told her. The music started, and dark words appeared on the bright screen. Cassie didn't need the lyrics. She already knew them. This was something she liked to belt in the shower when she pretended that she had a future as a rock star. Cassie threw her hair around like she was a pop singer. Brianna and Janessa moved their hips, and all three of them undulated on the stage.

He rolls his eyes and flips me off. I laugh and continue up the stairs to his room. Dropping my bag on the bed, I strip out of my top and jeans. I unclip my bra before letting it fall to the floor. I slip my panties down my smooth shaven legs before picking everything up and putting it in his hamper. I turn the shower on and wait for the water to heat up. My playlist is set on shuffle. Hopping in when it's just right, I start scrubbing my body as I start singing along to We Are The Champions by Queen.

Oh, I wanna give you everything I wanna give you everything, oh yeah yeah I wanna give you everything I wanna give you everything, oh I'm not going to wait until you're done 'Cause you pretended you don't need anyone Can't you see that I'm naked (Naked, naked) Oh, you see that I'm naked (Naked, naked) I'm not going to try 'til you decide You're ready to swallow all your pride I'm standing here naked (Naked, naked) I'm standing here naked (Naked, naked)

Dress down Please find me hurry If you hang out with that girl That must be quite boring Dress down I want to be shown more like, My breathing stops Please tell me, tell me why In the midst of the blurry club light she made it to the ladies room to clean herself up.When she walked in there were two ladies reapplying their excessive make up. And the song was so loud she could still hear it. Lights are gleaming. They look blue (sad) And you coming closer to me I don't know what to do with myself

It's as good as cleaning when there's music. I started cleaning. I started in a room. I changed the curtain and bedsheets there. Then went to my room before. After cleaning the rooms, I cleaned the living room and kitchen. "Feel the summer and I don't wanna miss you If we don't touch lips, not an issue I don't wanna talk 'bout nobody else Know I said no love but I want to... Kiss my wounds but not forever And it's fine if we're only pretending..." I stopped sweeping when that song played. That's not on my playlist! Oh well, I'm on shuffle. I just let it go and continued cleaning.

Sure glad I've got a tall heap of dirty laundry begging to be washed. I could begin with that. With a popular song from my all time favorite girl band booming through my ears with my headphones plugged in, I packed up a basket full of my laundry and headed downstairs for what really would be a long laundry session. I got so engrossed with humming to the song after songs of which I barely knew the lyrics to and although it took quite a while, to me it felt as though I'd only been at it for a few minutes because the time moves faster when I'm buried in my world of music.

“Shit. Move.” Jake smirked, pulling up his waistband like we weren’t seconds from being caught. I scrambled for the washer, grabbing the forgotten detergent bottle just as Ryan’s footsteps hit the hallway. Jake leaned against the dryer, looking as calm as ever. I hissed at him, whispering, “Say something! He can’t see me like this—” Ryan’s head popped in. “There you are.” I turned fast, clutching the detergent like it was life-saving. “Oh—hey. I was just…” I lifted the bottle, forced a smile. “Laundry.”

“There’s a private shower in there. She can use that.” Nathan looks at me and doesn’t ask. He orders. “Go, have a shower and change. Then you can come back and curl up with him all you want.” I nod quickly, not willing to argue. I step into the bathroom and close the door behind me, already pulling off Theo’s bloodstained shirt. My hands tremble as I strip the rest of the way, and I don’t even wait for the water to fully heat before stepping under it. The spray is sharp and cold at first, but I grit my teeth and let it hit me anyway. Thirty seconds. That’s all I give myself. Just long enough to rinse off the blood, to feel like I’ve done something to wash away the madness.

Carol didn't know how she managed to say that in a kind way. She nodded and they began losing the cuffs while she watched. They came off and she sighed in relief, ignoring the pain in the places where they had been. The men left the room and Ora turned to her. “Now, let's get you cleaned up, it's almost past breakfast and you need to eat.” She smiled as she felt her wolf shift within her. See girl, we're going to make it out. As the hot water touched her skin, she closed her eyes in gratitude and prayed for Nate.