A year after high school graduation.
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"Laaaaaaangstooooon!" I shouted as I picked up the used pants above the television.
It has been a year or something since we arrived here in Liverpool, in our apartment, in our place. It has also been a year since I've been doing all the house chores because that Jerkass is lazy. AND it has also been a year since I started picking up the Jerkass' laundries AROUND a room!
His gorgeous head popped out the open door and smiled charmingly, "Yes babe?"
I fumed, "Don't you 'hey babe, hey babe' me." I walked in front of him, making me open the door, and I poked at his hard chest, "Your pants are above the television!"
He pouted, "Oh come on," He fixed his hair, "It won't happen again. This is the last time, I promise."
I smiled nicely, "Last time?"
He nodded, "Yup, last time."
"So you want to talk about the 'last time' huh?"
His smiling face went upside down, "Wait, what?"