#anyway time to mop all the floors after i finish helping my grandfather shower

[miraclemaya]

now obviously transmisogyny affects closeted transfems, and i know this better then most as even though im still in the closet i am given the lion share of gendered labour in this house in a move not dissimilar to when they call you a faggot in highschool even though you swear your only attracted to girls

[siriuslystargazing]

Chapter 2 ~ Domestic bliss

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“It's okay, I'm here, you're safe with me,” Remus held onto Sirius as he continued to shake and sob into his shoulder. It was a good ten minutes before Sirius composed himself, he pulled away from remus looking into his worryful eyes

“There was a woman she-”

“You don't need to tell me, come, let's get you cleaned up. I'll make a start on some breakfast” Remus offered a smile, Sirius let out a shaky sigh before getting up and heading to one of the bathrooms. Sirius led the way as Remus followed making sure he got there okay, the bathroom wasn't as bad as the men expected, sure there were a few spider webs floating around and dead bluebottles on the windowsill but it was useable.

“You wouldn't have brought any towles and clean clothes would you moons?”

“Don't worry my case is downstairs I'll go grab them, and i apologise in advance I burned a lot of your stuff after… well yeah”

Sirius cracked a smile as he sat on the toilet seat he didn't dare lift the lid in fear of what he would find, remus brushed past him towards the shower/bath combo he looked into the tub grimacing at the orange rust stains along the porcelain.

“I dont know whats dirtier, you or the bathtub” Remus turned the hot tap a few times wondering where the water was, the house let out a handful of groans and brown water erupted from the shower head drenching remus in the foul liquid, Remus yelped gagging at the smell while sirius howled with uncontainable laughter.

“It's not funny Sirius” Remus whined flicking the water at him, “Ugh it smells worse than that time you swam in the lake as padfoot, i think something has died in the water tank or something”

“Remus the house doesn't have a water tank, besides it runs clear after 2 minuets it always has, it's probably the pipes they were always like this, just be glad it wasn't the black sludge again…” Sirius sighed nonchalantly as he began peeling off his Azkaban uniform stepping into the tub. Remus was going to ask but thought it best to head downstairs for his case,

“ right.. Well I'll go grab my bags. I have some shampoo and conditioner you can use..” Remus said quietly his voice but a whisper, Remus left the bathroom closing the door behind him. He left sirius to clean himself up and headed downstairs for his bags, he passed the doorway where he saw the figure stopping to look at the brass nameplate on the door ‘R.A.B’, Remus pushed the open door wider peering into the room

“Master Regulus is sleeping” kreacher sneered behind Remus who jumped back in fear

“Kreacher, Regulus is dead” Remus looked at the house elf who ignored him in reply closing the door with a click of his fingers and returning to his chores.

Remus shuddered again he sensed he was being watched by someone but could tell who, he didn't particularly want to walk pass walburger again so he drew his wand waving it “Accio bags” with the spell muttered his suitcases shot up the staircase landing in front of him, he picked them up and walked back to sirius room. Remus pushed the door open with his back to the room. At that moment it felt as though someone was watching him, he looked up and around the room no one was in there but it felt as though a mother was weeping in the room.

“Hello?”

There was no reply, Remus was relieved but he couldn't shake the feeling someone was watching him as he plopped his bags on the bed grabbing his wash bag and towels from inside and heading back to the bathroom.

“Ugh i can’t believe we did that in there Remus it's disgusting” sirius whined flopping into a seat at the grand oak table in the kitchen

“Shut up, you were practically begging me and it was no picnic for me anyway, head up” remus moved behind Sirius beginning to brush his hair, sirius let out a low moan, oh how he missed it when Remus brushed his hair, he wasn't quite happy at the length after Remus battled with the matted curls he decided the best thing to do was cut it off and start a new.

“Calm down dog boy, your mother is only in the stairwell” Remus jokes

“Don't remind me… the moment we figure out how to remove that blasted thing the better” Sirius sighed once more.

With the morning nearly over and breakfast going down well the two men began work on cleaning the house, Sirius suggested his room and the bathroom first and Remus agreed they needed somewhere to sleep and the place that keeps you clean should be clean. It took a while but they finally got into the rhythm of things with a mix of muggle cleaning products that Remus swore by and magic by 4:30 sirius bedroom was clean and dust free and the bathroom looked brand new. Remus left the bathroom dragging out the mop and bucket his gaze fixated on the floor. He noticed a trail of muddy footprints leading to 3rd floor, without hesitation Remus decided to follow the footprints, they looked practically fresh then he noticed puddles of water along the stairs.

“Moony?” Sirius called from his bedroom but there was no reply.

Remus continued up the stairs it felt as though someone was leading him up there, he found himself on the 3rd floor landing it was a lot brighter thanks to the larger windows on either side of the landing Remus walked over to his right continuing to follow the footprints he looked outside the large window that overlooked a lake.

“Rem?” sirius called walking up the stairs, he didn't like going up to the third floor he remembered when he was little he ran up there away from his mother and heard crying coming from the grand bedroom he never truly believed what he saw in that room but he never went into it again.

“Sirius look… i never knew this lake was here it's beautiful ” Remus waved over to sirius his attention fixated on the lake outside

“Yeah its starfell lake, it smells horrific though” sirius replied

“But how is it here in london?”

“Oh well the house is kind of like frankenstein's monster”

“How so?”

“You see how its so narrow and yet the rooms are huge, well a few hundred years ago the Black family didn't want to leave the grimmauld estate to rot so they merged it with the town house in london that's why you can see parts of the estate and london through the windows. Its old magic. I remember my uncle Alphrad said the house was possessed like it was living or something...” He explained, Remus looked at him his face going slack as if he saw someone standing behind Sirius

“What?” sirius smiled, looking behind him he wasn't a big fan of the upper floors to the house weird things happen up there

“Oh nothing..” remus lied.

“If you say so, I'm going to make a start in the kitchen you coming?” remus Nodded the thought of following the muddy footprints tucked away in the back of mind that was an adventure for a different day they needed to clean the house.

Once more the kitchen looked liveable remus managed to fix the ice box and Kreacher made an effort to help, a constant narration of curses flowed from the stairwell much to the wizards dismay.

“Shes getting rather creative with those insults” Remus mused leaning against the kitchen counter stirring his hot chocolate, Sirius didn't reply but a ghostly smile played on his face

“What time is it?” was all he asked

“Oh its 7:56 why?”

“We have to go to sleep now…” sirius said, no emotion in his voice it sounded as if he was possessed

“Sirius? What are you on about … your not in azkaban anymore you can stay up later-” remus didn't get chance to finish as Sirius grabbed his arm, the house began to moan as a cold wind rushed through the house a grandfather clock began its chimes

“We have to go upstairs where it's safe… he's going to come again and again…. He won't leave until it's broken…” Sirius mumbled

“Sirius you're not making any sense- Ah- stop your hurting me” Remus panicked as he was being pulled up the stairs, he managed to break free at the foot of the staircase when he saw a man in the cDrawing room dressed in elegant clothing 18th century if Remus recalled correctly but the scariest thing was his face, it looked as if he was made of porcelain. The Gentlemans right eye was missing from what Remus could see but he didn't wish to linger as the clock chimes its 5 chime Remus grabbed Sirius and ran up the stairs and into his room. The two men listened to the eighth and final chime of the clock…

“Sirius What's happening?”

“I don't know.. When did we go to my room?”

“You don't remember what you said you were talking in riddles about a man and a curse or some shit”

“Sorry i don't know, it's just.. We never stay up past eight that's all, i told you the house is possessed”

Remus looked at the man in front of him watching as he wrecked his brain for answers, he contemplated telling Sirius about the man in the drawing room but resisted.

“We can talk about his tomorrow lets just go to sleep” sirius didn't object he looked over to the window expecting to see the faceless woman again but nothing, he sighed with relief.

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[peachmused]

READ ON AO3 // SUMMARY // CHAPTER ONE / CHAPTER TWO

yes, i’m going to try to regularly update this fic! yeah, we’ll see how that goes around finals season so, i’m really satisfied with how mc is turning out... but i’m still stuck in the “to name” or “not to name” dilemma rn. someone help pls n thx

anyways, as usual, hope you enjoy this chapter!

“Takashi, clear up the Magnolia Room, and report back to the kitchen when you’re done!”

“Ayu, the guests in the Clover Room need hot towels!”

“Pick up the pace, everyone!”

Servers and housekeepers weaved in and out of the rooms, their feet pit-patting against the wooden floorboards. Meanwhile, the aroma of spices, sizzling meat, and sugary delicacies melded together in the kitchen, a harmonious mix were it not for the rush and bustle. Shouts from beyond the kitchen’s swinging doors could be traced to none other than the main chef, Eizo, a bulky, weathered man in his late forties. Apparently, after my grandfather, Eizo was the most respected (and feared) staff member. Even though I was never on the receiving end of his admonitions, I’d heard enough within the past hour to infer what horrors were in store if I were to work for him.

Fortunately, I was safe and sound as I shadowed my grandfather, the big boss of the establishment. He showed me around the place, describing how Grandma inspired him to make each room flower-themed. In fact, his own office, the Lavender Room, was named after Grandma’s favorite plant.

The rooms themselves were stunning; each had a light fragrance corresponding to the flower it was named after, along with the personal touch of floral arrangements and handmade lanterns. Beyond the traditionally-designed building was a bridge leading up to the pond and nature trail, both made to be explored freely. However, I was not given the chance to explore them just yet.

Grandpa thought it necessary to have me greet each guest, and in doing so, I met many peculiar characters that morning. From a journalist currently in a slump to a set of mischievous triplets and their single mother, each guest carried their own, unique story. I was advised that in order to better serve those staying at the inn, I should get to know the guests and try to tailor their stay to match their preferences. As such, I spent most of the day taking notes and chatting with all sorts of people.

Above all, I learned that my grandfather’s dedication to Kanna Inn was unrivaled; he poured his heart and soul into ensuring that each guest could leave their burdens behind and come to feel ease under the inn’s roof. But, his focus was not only reserved for visitors. He had a special place for both guests and staff alike, and maintained strict rules of courtesy on both sides. Mutual respect, as he liked to say, was the key to any business’s success.

It wasn’t hard to see why people loved him so much. Even when some disagreed with his direction or ideas, no one could say a single word of distaste about the man himself. His sincerity was what drove the place, what motivated each soul to do their best. As the day progressed, I became more and more unsure if I could live up to the legacy he was leaving behind. Was I even qualified for the position? Was Grandpa simply handing it to me out of pity, or some sense of tradition? Had I not yet earned my place here?

Though bug-season was still months away, the questions swarmed through my brain like a colony of incensed wasps. Even as I helped clean up after lunch and headed back home, I couldn’t help but agonize over the reality that my grandfather had set the bar quite high. If things were to go as planned, I was to take over the inn at the age of twenty-one. Obviously, I had volunteered for this and was more than excited to go through with the deal. However, it was only after I saw my grandfather in action that I grasped what position I was to fill. In a mere four years, I would have to become the person my grandfather once was. Everyone would look to me for direction, hence it was essentially going to be my decisions that would either fortify or ruin the business.

Whether the inn would prosper or not was going to be up to me.

Releasing a heavy breath, I turned the corner, stepping on fallen blossoms on the road. The heavens above were clouded and dense, on the brink of a rain shower.

Once back inside, I was met with the ticking of the grandfather clock and the whistling of a tea kettle.

I managed a faint curl of the lips, taking off my shoes and slipping into velvety slippers.

“I’m home,” I announced, my features softening at the sound of Grandma’s voice. When I peeked into her room to see what she was up to, I spotted her hunched behind the sewing machine, with a variety of colored fabrics spread out beside her.

“What’s all this for?”

She paused mid-sew, melting all my worries away with her classic smile. “I’m just finishing adjusting Saki’s dress. She got one size too big, the poor girl…”

Knowing Grandma, Aunt Saki probably protested six times to the adjustments, yet still gave in because Grandma was so intent on making her daughter’s clothes perfect. It was a wonder that although Aunt Saki lived in the U.S., my grandmother still recalled her measurements, and exactly which fit Saki enjoyed. Truly, Grandma was a blessing.

Seeing her work so wholeheartedly made my concerns as miniscule as the needle laying right beside her. If my grandmother could dedicate herself to something and glisten this bright, then so could I. After all, we were related; I had to have some talent in me.

The clock hanging on the wall read three-thirty. As much as I wanted to linger with Grandma and hear all about her day, time was ticking, and my new school life was waiting.

The hour passed with me savoring lunch, pressing my uniform, packing my bag, and checking myself out in said uniform. For now, all thoughts of Kanna Inn were put on pause. Instead, my attention was directed to an undeciphered problem with my new look. I couldn’t help but feel that something was wrong; the ribbon, accents, and layered skirt meshed beautifully, yet my face seemed out of balance. Was it the failed attempt at a voluminous blowout? Or was it the position of my parting?

I picked and prodded at my hair, struggling to fix whatever mess I’d created. Eventually, Grandma poked her head through the doorway, informing me that I had only a few minutes left. Yikes. I took that as my cue to run my hands through the makeshift do one last time, grab my school bag, and bolt out the door.

The trees were in full blossom, gracing my walk to school with an exquisite path of baby pink against a sunset-brushed backdrop. Fortunately the house was near Ryoutei, meaning that it wasn’t long before more bodies joined me on the road. A pair of students with linked arms brushed past me, describing their anxieties about this year’s class rosters. Meanwhile, a group on the opposite side of the road burst into laughter at one of their friend’s antics.

Seeing how everyone was already paired up and returning to a school they belonged in left me just the tiniest bit lonely. The majority of me was thriving off the energy they were emitting; the more they giggled and bounced about, the more I anticipated finding my place in the academy, as well.

Nearing the tall, metal gates, I halted before the building to smooth out my skirt and adjust the straps of my bag. Students strolled by, their conversations deafening as I stared up at the gold lettering: Ryoutei Academy. The words rolled off my tongue like silk.

Not only was Ryoutei much larger than I imagined, it was much livelier in person. As I approached the main doors, I had already been stopped by two people welcoming me to the school and offering a map for the building. Perhaps it was simply because it was the first day that the staff and students were so energetic, but it certainly did no favors for my current state of mind. As far as I was concerned, being accepted at this prestigious school was a miracle. The fact that I was really here, stepping onto the pristine floors of the front lobby, was creating quite the buzz within me.

My gaze stopped at the delicate chandelier hanging from the ceiling, effortlessly illuminating the spacious room. Each teardrop-shaped light was fastened to a crystal piece, complementing the gold body of the chandelier.

I wouldn’t be surprised if that’s real gold, I thought, before a tap on the shoulder snapped me back into reality. Quickly, I shut my gaping mouth, and turned to face the person speaking to me.

“You must be new here.” a woman, probably in her twenties, stated. Of course I looked like I was new here; I was the only one frozen in place, like an idiot!

The woman curled a piece of sleek, hickory-colored hair behind her adorned ear. I flattened my own mop out in hopes of diminishing any possible frizz.

When I responded with an affirmative, she beamed, “Welcome to Ryoutei Academy! We’re so happy to have you joining us. My name is Ishikawa Marie, and I’m a student advisor—here to answer any questions you may have and guide you around the building!”

Wow, that sounded rehearsed.

Shaking her outstretched hand, I returned the beam. I took the initiative to ask where the rosters were, as I didn’t see them outside. Upon showing me to the front desk, Marie located my roster, and helped me find my first class. The woman was awfully helpful, but I couldn’t help feel bad for her; she was wearing stuffy heels, and a smile was plastered on her face at all times. That had got to be uncomfortable.

“Room 314, Building D.” she announced, as if that was the most regular thing in the world.

There’s three floors?! Just how big is this school…?

Naturally, I kept my lips shut, and followed the advisor up the stairway. If even the numbering system of this school’s rooms was different from what I was used to, then I highly doubted anything after this point would be familiar. Truthfully speaking, the entire building and its system was more like a university than a high school.

Two staircases and fourteen rooms later, we came to a stop. I found myself before a sliding door, then escorted in just seconds later. Around twenty heads, including the teacher’s, spun around to look at me. The rest were either too invested in their conversations to care, or catching up on sleep. Regardless, I suddenly felt like a specimen under investigation; the teacher ushered me in and dragged me to the front of the class, where I was under the scrutinizing eyes of my classmates.

Marie left as soon as she had arrived, but not before recapping who I was to my new teacher. He turned and smiled down at me, and I simply did what I was doing all along: awkwardly reciprocate.

“Everyone, attention please. We have a new student.” he announced, as if it wasn’t obvious enough. “Please, introduce yourself.”

Unlike what I’d seen on television, the so-called “snobby rich kids” were—for the most part—not the least interested in me, or at least, not interested enough to give me scornful glances or frown upon my averagely-priced shoes. Instead, they stared at me vacantly because they would get demerits if they didn’t shut up about the Italian leather clutch they’d bought the other day, or the new restaurant that opened up in the plaza. It only took one glance to understand that bullying was not their pastime, and that they would much rather prefer getting on with the introductions and returning to their everyday lives.

Consequently, I made haste in introducing myself, keeping it short and simple. It was refreshing to see that my classmates were just as nonchalant as I’d hoped, as that made getting used to the environment a whole lot easier. I finished off with a bow, and the class applauded me before I made my way to my new seat.

I was assigned a spot in the second-to-last last row, at the very end of the row. It was also the seat just in front of a burly, dozing figure.

Just as I reached my desk, I took a closer look at my snoozing neighbor. Though, his face was conveniently facing downwards, the more I observed, the quicker my smile disappeared. Not only was he twice my size, his brunet, disheveled mane was tied up in a style I knew all-too-well. More than his giant fingers, it was the half-ponytail that struck a chord in my mind. Every cell in my body tensed, the enthusiasm suddenly plummeting into an abyss of disappointment, confusion, and horror. My features paled, and my mouth was ajar.

It dawned upon me that this sleepyhead was no ordinary classmate.

No, this was a living, breathing Grizzly.

“It was during the Neolithic era in which human nutrition took a downturn. Small groups of hunter-gatherers transformed into sedentary societies…”

Chapter one of Fletcher’s Comprehensive World Study faded into the back of my mind. Rather than concentrating on the lesson, I was being bombarded with a million perturbations. Had I seen correctly? Was the irksome Grizzly really seated right behind me? I never imagined he would be a student at Ryoutei, let alone a high schooler!

More importantly, did he realize who I was?

That isn’t possible, I argued, he’s sitting behind me.  

Although it did feel like a pair of eyes were glued onto my back, I ignored the sensation and decided to assuage myself with a spoonful of logic. Boys growing out their hair was coming back into fashion, so the hairstyle wasn’t necessarily a decisive factor. And it wasn’t as if Yuma was the only one blessed with enormous bones; there were plenty of tall men in the world. Granted, seeing two people with a strikingly similar build and style was a rarity, but there was still a chance that my seat neighbor was someone else entirely.

“...Boring…” a deep voice complained just behind my shoulder. Stiffening, I held my breath as the being yawned, eventually relaxing against his seat and away from my neck.

That was him, that was definitely him, that was most definitely him—

“Are you all right, student?”

My head shot up to face the professor, who stopped before my desk wearing a concerned expression.  Without realizing it, my entire face had contorted; my nostrils were flared and my lips were scrunched together in a mix of deep thought and perplexity.

Immediately, my features flattened, and I nodded quickly. I assured him I was fine, but that was a clear lie. Not only had I recognized the irritatingly husky voice, it was the same, irritatingly husky voice that had threatened to “make me pay” if we’d ever crossed paths again. In other words, if I so as turned around, I would be dead meat.

As class proceeded, I contemplated darting out of the room and locking myself in a bathroom stall. However, that move was not only cowardly, but ineffective. One way or another, I was going to be caught. That, my brain asserted, was simply the fact of the matter.

There was no use in running, nor in hiding. Just like every other hurdle in my life, I would have to face this head-on. Besides, I had showed the man up once before, meaning I could very well do it again, right? After all, I was the daughter of two brilliant parents, and the granddaughter of a successful businessman and versatile grandmother. Just like my predecessors, I could handle this with grace and intelligence. If all else failed, I could roll up my sleeves, and dive headfirst into the volcano that was this situation.

Either way, I assured myself I could emerge victorious once more. My school life would remain relatively untouched, and I could proceed with accomplishing my dreams the way I’d hoped. That boy could threaten anyone he liked, but I would never be shaken by his words.

Wallowing in self-confidence, I cleared my throat, and continued jotting down notes for the remainder of the lecture. Life, sadly, is not always such a cakewalk. Unwittingly, I was setting myself up for a lengthy, relentless deathmatch. One that would prove to be far bigger a bite than I could chew.

[kpopcametoslayourlives]

YG Mafia Ch. 2 - Dust Bunnies

Summary; How was she supposed to know her new friends were in the Mafia? One thing was for sure though, the Leader was hot.

Jiyong x Reader

It was atrocious, there was spider webs everywhere and dust on every horizontal piece of furniture. “Wow, this place needs some work.” I said to myself as I swiped a finger across the surface of the kitchen counter, leaving behind a streak. There were some stains on the carpet, the walls, and ceiling. I had no idea where those came from and I honestly didn’t want to know. This would take days to clean all by myself. I quickly pulled out my phone and opened up my notes, making a list of all the things I’d need to buy to fix this crazy mess. I finished inspecting the rest of the house and much to my relief, you found most of the furniture in the house covered in plastic tarps or in plastic bags. The outside needed to have the bushes trimmed and the leaves raked up, and the grass definitely needed mowing. I sighed, it was only eight in the morning but I just knew I’d have a long day, and and an even longer week. I finished making up my list and hopped back in the car and drove to the nearest store. I pulled out my list as I walked into the store, making sure to grab a shopping cart along the way. “Alright, let’s start with things I’ll need around the whole house. A vacuum, cleaning spray, sponges, water buckets, brooms and a mop.” I said as I began walking around. I had spent hours in the store, going through aisle by aisle just to make sure I didn’t miss anything for the cleaning part of the house. I’d also bought things I’d need to live like cooking pots and pans, cooking utensils, curtains, bed sheets, laundry basket and soap. I didn’t realize just how much I truly needed until I got to the store and realized I had nothing. I know there was some things I’d probably forgotten so I’d be back for other things once the house was all cleaned up. When I made it back home I carried all the cleaning supplies into the house and started by dusting off all the furniture. I barley finished with the living room when a knock came on the door. For a split second I thought it might have been my father, thinking he found out about what I’d done and was here to bring you back already. But then I remembered my mother would have told me if that was the case. Not knowing who it could be I walked up to the front door and looked through the peep hole. Well I tried to anyway, there was so much dirt inside the small hole that I couldn’t even see through it. I clicked my tongue irritably and swung the door wide open, revealing four girls, all around my age. My irritation disappeared. “Hi, we noticed you moved in, we live a few houses down. My name is Lisa, these are my roommates and best friends, Jennie, Jisoo, and Rose. We wanted to introduce ourselves and welcome you to the neighborhood!” I didn’t know what to say! “Thank you so much! My name is Ari, I would welcome you inside but…” I trailed off opening the door a bit wider to show the embarrassing mess. “Holy shit! It looks like a tornado went through here! Do you want some help? It’ll get done a lot faster if we all work together.”  Rose said as she looked to the other girls who rapidly nodded their heads, the four of them smiling. “You guys really don’t have to, I mean we just met and having you guys help my clean my house isn’t exactly the way a first meeting should go.” I was extremely thankful for the offer but it just felt rude to ask them to do such a thing. “I really can’t ask you all to do that.” “Technically we offered to help, and sure it’s not ideal for first introductions but we can get to know each other this way.” Jennie explained as she took a few steps forward and grabbed my hand. “Please let us help?” Jisoo begged from behind Jennie, her hands folded and begging. It didn’t take much for my to cave in and say ‘yes’ so within a matter of minutes, the five of us all had our hair in ponytails or buns and were dusting, sweeping, and vacuuming the entire house. The living room and dining room as well as the kitchen and laundry room were done downstairs by Jisoo and Jennie while Rose and Lisa helped me clean the upstairs bedrooms and lounge area. We all talked for hours while we cleaned. I found out that the girls had been friends since they were in elementary school, they were all in college now, all majoring in business management. Apparently they have friends in high places that as soon as they graduate from college with their degrees they can get nice jobs in really nice businesses that their friends own. Lisa and Rose were both orphans, their parents died when they were both young. Jennie’s parents both lived in a different country overseas, they move all the time but never tell Jennie where they move to, because it just happens too often to always be telling her. Then there’s Jisoo, she never really got along with her parents. Her mother had divorced her father, leaving behind scars in their family. Her grandparents from both sides never talk to her or anything, and her father blames Jisoo for the divorce. After her mom got the divorce she fled the country, moved to Rome or something like that, leaving her behind. I told the girls about my situation at home and why I suddenly moved back to my grandfathers house. Jisoo felt the most empathy for my because she had gone through something similar with her own parents. All day was a day for personal stories from each other. By the time the sun had set the floors and dusting was all we were able to take care of, but I weren’t upset by this little fact because it would have taken me days to get it done by myself, but it only took one with the help from the girls. But there was still much to be done, but that would be for tomorrow. I had to go and find a place to sleep in for the night seeing as the beds and what not in the bedrooms still needed to be taken care of. I knew I needed a new mattress because there was no way I’d be sleeping on that old thing. “Thank you girls so much for all of this, really, it means a lot.” I said as I stretched my tired limbs. “No problem, what are friends for?” Jennie said with a smile. “But where are you going to sleep tonight Ari? Surely you aren’t going to sleep in those bedrooms, they’re still a bit of a mess.” Rose asked. “Don’t worry Rose, I’ll probably get a hotel or something for tonight.” “Don’t be silly! You can spend the night at our place! We have a spare bedroom in our house, you’re welcome to stay there if you’d like. That way you don’t have to pay for a night at a hotel where millions of people had probably done god knows what on those beds.” My heart warmed at these girls. They were so nice! “I would love that!” I grabbed my backpack that I had packed at the crack of dawn and left with the girls to a few houses down the street. “I don’t know about you girls but I could definitely use a nice hot bath right now.” Lisa said taking off her shoes at the door, the rest of us following suit. “And some food, I’m starving!” Jennie said as she led the way through the house. “How about we order take out and shower while we wait for it to get here?” Rose suggested already pulling out her phone. We all agreed and ran to the living room and plopped down on the couch thinking of what to order. “What do you want?” “I’m craving some Pizza.” “That sounds amazing right now!” “Ohhh can we get hot wings with it?” “Um, of course!” “Don’t forget the cheesy breadsticks!” “Do they have desserts too?” The five of us went crazy, ordering an insane amount of food. While waiting for the pizza Jennie showed me my room and the bathroom that was attached to it. I thought about today as I showered. The progress I had made with the house and the new friends I made. Today was definitely a win.