Day 17: Week 3 || Cleaning

It was yet another day of boredom and wondering what they were going to to for the rest of the day. By "they", I mean Rainbow Dash and Soarin Skies. Why does every day start like this? Nobody knows. It's getting repetitive and Soarin and Dash were sick of it. They had just gotten out of bed after an hour of cuddling and teasing.

They made each other breakfast and sat at the table in silence, not knowing what to say. Their minds were focused on the day before.

During the call yesterday, their friends just wouldn't stop teasing and bombarding them with questions. Don't get them wrong, they love their friends to death, but they can just be too much sometimes. They were trying to play a "never have I ever" game based off the things they've done during quarantine. The entire time, it's as if the "never have I ever" statements were targeting Soarin and Dash. Their frustration was evident, but their friends ignored it.

They understand that their friends are excited that they finally got together, but they're just being . . . too much. The couple left the call early because of it all.

"Why are we just sitting here and not saying anything?" Dash questions as she stabs her pancakes with her fork. She cuts a piece of it and places it inside her mouth. "Is something bothering you, Soar?" She covers her mouth and says with her mouth full.

"It's just, ugh," He scoffs, furrowing his eyebrows and clearly showing emotions of frustration. "You know, I was so eager to tell everyone that you were my girlfriend because I wanted them to know that you were taken, and that nobody could take you from me. But then the attention was all on us and I felt uncomfortable just being there. Sure I love attention in general, but it's like they had forgotten why we were there in the first place."

"Well technically, the main reason I called my friends was to tell them about us, but things didn't go the way I . . . anticipated. Heh, heh." She chuckled sheepishly, biting her lip and fidgeting with her wristbands. "Anyways, moving on! What are we gonna do today?"

"When are you gonna let me hit it?" Soarin accidentally voices his thoughts. He didn't mean to say it out loud. The expression his girlfriend wore really took the cake for 'most astonished face'. Her eyes dilated to the size of basketballs, and her pupils shrunk like a balloon without air. Soarin found himself in a state of panic, terrified by the look on Dash's face. "I-I DIDN'T MEAN TO-" He sputtered out.

"It's okay. I get it," she says, though it was obvious that she was lying.

Even though the two have only been dating for two and a half days, Soarin's mind seems to think it's been longer, and his thoughts have already advanced to the next level. It, or rather, he wanted more than Dash would allow him to get. He's had dreams of undressing her and laying her on his bed, pinning her down and watching her squirm underneath him.

In conclusion, he was very horny.

He's frustrated with himself for having such thoughts because Rainbow clearly wasn't ready for that type of relationship with him yet. Maybe she wanted it, but she just wasn't prepared to go through with it yet. She needs some time to ponder on the thought, and Soarin would wait for her. He'd never do anything to her without consent. That would be morally wrong.

"Rainbow Dash, I am so, so sorry!" He apologizes. His face is a deep shade of red and his face is buried into his hands.

"I forgive you, but . . . " Dash inhales through her nostrils, and reads the body language of her boyfriend. From what she was seeing, she could infer that what he had said was a thought in his mind that slipped out of his mouth. She knows he didn't mean it and that he was truly sorry, but she wants to make it clear that she simply wasn't ready. " . . . I need you to be patient with me."

"Of course! I'll wait for you, Princess. However long it takes." He gets ahold of her hand and intertwines his fingers with hers. "I love you, Dashie. I don't want to rush things between us. I shouldn't have said what I said, nor should I have thought of it. I really am sorry."

"Thank you for being understanding. It's not that I don't want to. I'm just afraid of messing up, and I'm not just talking about accidental pregnancy." Visible beads of sweat drip down her face, and she feels herself shaking. "My parents are really strict when it comes to . . . you know . . . sex. My dad doesn't even want me dating anyone because of it, though my mom is more lenient about it. I should have told you, I'm sorry."

"Why didn't you tell me? Your dad hates me guts, and I'm surprised he left me alone in his house with his daughter. Imagine how he'll react when he finds out we're dating," he unintentionally says in a harsh tone. Dash digs her nails into her skin upon hearing his frustration.

"I just . . . didn't want you to leave me for making a stupid mistake." Her nails dig deeper into her skin, leaving that section of her arm numb. The thought of Soarin not being her boyfriend terrified her. It made her body shake and her heart beat at an uncontrollable speed. Soarin was aware of her panicking, and he knew he had to reassure her as soon as possible.

"Baby girl, I will never leave you. Ever. I love you, and I always will." He places each of his hands on her cheeks, bringing his face up to hers to the point that their lips were barely touching. He strokes her bottom lip with his thumb, noticing that it was calming her down a little.

Her fingers continued pushing her nails deeper into her skin until she felt the presence of a wet substance between them. She shrieked as she looked down and saw the red liquid oozing out of her skin. She looked back and forth between her nails and her bleeding arm, forcing herself to stay calm.

She ran to grab the first aid kit and pulled out cotton balls and a rubbing alcohol bottle. Soarin makes the attempt to clean up her wounds, but she refused to allow him to help her.

"What happened?" Soarin watched as she frantically tried to stop the bleeding. "Did you pick at a scab?"

"No I . . . accidentally on purpose dug my nails into my skin," Dash explains. She winced as she placed a cotton ball drenched with alcohol on her wounds. "I just got so nervous that I didn't even realize I was doing it, but at the same time I was completely aware."

"Okay, um, let me tend to your wounds. You just sit here and calm yourself for now," he says as he places a wet cloth over her arm to reduce the bleeding. "And I'll say it again: don't worry about me leaving you because I never will." He kisses her cheek bone just before pecking her lips. He applies a little pressure with the cloth on her wounds.

After a couple minutes, he removes the cloth, opens the first aid kit and grabs a bandage to wrap around the wounded section of her arm. Dash watches in silence as he carefully looped the non-adhesive bandage multiple time around her wounds. The way he cared so much for her made her feel giddy inside. He's always there when she needs him, and he'd go to the ends of the earth just to keep her safe.

Soarin brings her arm up to his lips and plants a kiss on it, as if blessing her.

"You're so cheesy," she giggles, rubbing her nose against his. "Also, thank you for helping me. I don't know what I did to deserve you, but there's nobody else in the world that I could possibly love as much as I love you." She pulls him in for a kiss, and their lips connect. They parted a couple seconds later, just before staring into each other's eyes.

"So," Soarin starts as he runs his fingers through her hair. "The house is pretty dirty. Maybe we should just take the day to make this place shine." He eyes the mess Dash made in the kitchen last night after making dinner. She wasn't a very clean cook.

"Yeah, imagine our parents walk in and see this catastrophe!" Dash chuckles. "But you're right, we need to clean up. I really should have just done the dishes last night . . ." She traces her fingers along the edges of the table and dust accumulates on her fingers.

"Half those dishes are from like three days ago, right?"

"Yeah. I got hella lazy."

"Alright, here's an idea: you wash, I rinse," he suggests, and Dash nods in agreement with him, ready to tackle the mountain of dishes in the sink.

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For almost an hour and forty minutes, the happy couple have been washing and rinsing the dirty dishes. If Dash had known it would take so long to do three days worth of dishes in one day, she wouldn't have gotten so lazy. Her fingertips are wrinkling and the soap irritated her hands, making them all tingly.

They put as many dishes in the dishwasher as they could, but we're still left with two and a half days worth of dishes. It's . . . frustrating.

"You couldn't have just washed the damn dishes? You don't even have to wash them by hand unless there are leftovers, for fuck sakes," Soarin groaned. His fingertips were also wrinkling from the constant running water on his hands. He couldn't even feel his fingers anymore because they had gone so numb.

"I got lazy by just looking at the dishes, and you would have too," Dash rebutted, not in the mood to take any of his criticism.

"One of the key differences between me and you is that I am not lazy. There would only be a days worth of dishes if I was the one doing them." He rolls his eyes as he focused his attention on rinsing the pot in his hands.

"Really? Then why didn't you do the dishes yourself? Hmm?"

"Because I didn't want to."

"Why not?"

"Because I was lazy," Soarin replies without thinking about his choice of words. Dash stares at him for a while, waiting for him to realize what had just come out of his mouth. Soarin tends to be a little . . . slow.

"Because you were lazy," she deadpans.

"Yes? That's what I just, oh." Soarin grimaces as his girlfriend burst into laughter from his slip up. She hit his chest a couple times as she cackled. "You have the most adorable laugh." He laughs along with her as he put his thumb in the indentation on her cheek.

"I do not!" She disagreed, yet Soarin was adamant and insisted that her laugh was indeed adorable. Though she still had her doubts, she allowed him to persuade her. "Anyways, we should probably take a break from the dishes. We can sweep the floor instead."

"But that's even more boring than the dishes." Soarin shuts the water off and wipes off his hands with a dry towel. His hands looked like they went through the aging process faster than the rest of his body. He couldn't feel anything because the nerves in his hands were so numb.

"It won't be boring if we play some music." Dash winks as she connects the audio of her phone to a Bluetooth speaker that just so happened to be sitting on the kitchen counter. She pulls her cellphone out of her back pocket. She scrolls through her playlist of songs on a music streaming app and finds one that is solely for vibing or dancing. She finally clicks the large play button on her screen and the first song in the playlist began to play. "Come on! Go get a broom and come dance with me."

Soarin shook his head as he shied away from her. He isn't a very great dancer, and he refuses to embarrass himself in front of her. He'd rather work in complete silence than show of his dance "skills".

"I don't know, baby girl."

"Awe, Soar, what's the matter? Got two left feet?" She teases him. She notices his body get tense as she approaches him with an outstretched arm, "Baby, it's gonna be okay. It's just you and me here, so there's no one to embarrass yourself in front of."

Soarin was still reluctant on joining her little dance session, but she had just implied that she would not make fun of him. Honestly, that's . . . really sweet of her. Usually she would laugh her head off when he embarrasses himself every chance she gets. Now, she's not even considering making that an option. Their relationship with each other is really making them better people.

"I'll sweep for now, so I can watch you throw you ass back instead," he says, staring directly at her bottom. She can't help but chuckle at his flirtatious comment. I do have a nice ass.

"Fine, I'll let it slide. But after this song, you're dancing with me."

Dash opens the supply closet and grabs two brooms along with the dustpan. She tosses a broom to Soarin and he barely catches it, despite being the best player on the CHS football team. He clearly needs to start practicing again.

Dash sways her hips as she restarts the song on her phone. The song playing was very upbeat, sung by one of her favorite artists: Ariola Granola Bar. Though her music was very different from what Dash usually listens to, she can't help but listen.

The song playing is called 7 horseshoes, and even though it's just Ariola flaunting her money, she still finds it somewhat inspirational because she's showing that she doesn't need a man to be happy.

"You stan Ariola?" Soarin asks as he and Dash sweep the floor. As their brooms brushed against the floor, small and accumulated particles of dust were heard scattering across the floor.

"I mean, yeah. She's really awesome," she replies. The song reached a beat drop, and Dash's heart jumped out of excitement. "Oh! This is my favorite part." She holds the broom in front of her, standing it upright as if it was a pole.

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A/N

yes, that's it. less than 2,488 words; the least amount of words i have written for a chapter in this book. i have my reasons though. one of them is not knowing what the fuck i'm supposed to write next.

1. being a teenager isn't easy, and high school doesn't make it any easier. being bombarded with work and being expected to turn them in in such a short amount of time is not fun. it's stressful. i used to update every 4-10 days during the summer, but now i just don't have the time. yes, i do have breaks, but here's my "excuse" for that:

2. i have no motivation to write. like at all. i'm not a writer, and i was never meant to be, and i should have never started. this chapter and the last have been so unnerving for me to write or even publish for you guys to read. i want you guys to read genuinely good chapters like day 1 or day 14, but the creative juices aren't flowing like they used to.

3. i don't even . . . want to write? reading is more entertaining for me anyway. writing isn't as fun as it used to be. i have no idea how i was planning on balancing school and this story on one scale. 

4. i'd rather write a bunch of one-shots than a story. 

so . . . this is my last update for a while . . . and i'm not going to be writing either . . . just reading . . .

that's all i have to say.

peace.

stream positions.