Chapter Eighteen: “Cleaning Frenzy”

Chapter 18: “Cleaning Frenzy”

Tris POV

“Tris will you please stop cleaning my room.” Eric groans. He moves his arm so it’s covering his face. My cleaning must have woken him up. “You cleaned last night. And the day you found out that your mom is coming to see you. Not to mention the fact that you cleaned your room within an inch of its life.”

I stare at Eric. “Hey this your fault. You’re the one who wants to meet my mom. I was gonna prolong it, but “Mr. I’m-great-with-parents” just has to meet her.” I go back to cleaning his mirror.

“You can’t possibly be stressing out this much.” Eric turns and looks at me.

I stare at him through the mirror. “Yes I can. I don’t let people meet my parents. My mom’s made it her life’s mission to embarrass me in front of my friends.”

Eric laughs. “Please, Tris, it can’t be that bad. At least you don’t have a big brother who tells your girlfriends all your horror stories.”

“That’s because my big brother intimidates them. Half of them don’t call me again after meeting him and most of those meetings were just unwanted encounters in the kitchen.”

Eric smiles. “You never told me that you had a brother.”

I roll my eyes. “I also have a dad too.” I see him shake his head. I finish the mirror and put the Windex and paper towels down. “Are you done sleeping? Can I please make the bed now? Hell I’ll even change the sheets and start whatever laundry you have.”

“No. I’m not done sleeping. It’s only seven. I planned to sleep longer. Who knew the one time I don’t wake you up at the ass crack of dawn that you would wake yourself up for once.” He sits up. “Come back to bed for one hour. Then you can go back to frantically cleaning. I’m pretty sure that you’re gonna have to clean your room again anyway.”

Shit! Lynn is a slob. Her side is definitely going to be messy. I just cleaned all her shit up yesterday. It was so pristine that you could eat off the damn floor. Fuck it, I give up. I climb up next to Eric; I cuddle myself up next to him. I see him give me an “I told you so” look.

“Shut it.” I smirk.

Eric wraps his arm around me. “I have nothing to say.” He kisses the top of my head.

I listen to Eric’s breathing even out. He falls asleep faster than I do. I finally feel my eyes close and I drift to sleep once again. Unfortunately, I get two hours of rest before I feel my pillow move.

“Tris.” Eric calls. “Your phone is ringing.”

I sit up and take the phone from him. “Hello?” I grumble.

“Hi honey.” My mom’s chipper voice came through the other line. “Did I wake you?”

“In the morning on a Saturday? No way Mom I was just getting ready for the day.” I say with a large amount of sarcasm.

My mother laughs. “Well I figured you’d need a wake up call. I should be at the school by 12ish. I figure we can grab some lunch. My friend Max told me about a restaurant not too far from the school.”

“Max?” I question.

“Yes. I think he said that he knew you. He works at one of the quads.”

I hold back the groan that wants to escape my lips. “That’s my RD mom.” Eric looks over at me.

“Well he should join us for lunch since you know him.” I can hear the smile in her voice as she says this.

“Okay.” I reply. “Oh, by the way, I’m bringing a friend with me to lunch.”

“Just a friend?”

“Yes mom, a friend.”

“Okay. Lunch is going to be so much fun.” She laughs. “I can’t wait to meet your “friend”.”

“Yeah mom it’s going to be a blast.” I roll my eyes. “I’ll see you around noon then. Send me a text when you’re on campus.”

“See you then.”

I groan when I end the call. “Max and my mom are friends.”

“What? How?” Eric asks.

“No idea. But I have this strange feeling that they both went to school here together.” I sigh. “And if I’m guessing correctly I think they used to date.” Gross. That is not something that I want to think of.

Eric laughs. “You have horrible luck with your mom don’t you.”

“Yes. Not to mention I have to find a shirt that covers the tattoo.” I laugh. I’m having the worst luck today.

Eric shifts so he’s on top of me, resting his weight on his hands. “Well I’m pretty sure that you’ll look beautiful with anything you pick today.”

I smile and pull him to me for a kiss. “I still think you’re bias.” I laugh.

“I am very bias.” He laughs. He kisses me one last time before he goes back to “his” side.

“Okay. I’m gonna go back to my room. I gotta shower, get dressed, and clean.” I climb over Eric, fast enough that he can’t grab my waist.

He pouts. “You could just shower here.”

“Yes, but then I’d smell like you. And as much as I’d love that I don’t want my mom to ask me why I smell like a guy.” I frown. Showering here would save me fifteen minutes.

Eric laughs. “You Miss Prior live a way too complicated life.” He sits up.

“Only when I have to deal with my parents. My mother is way more perceptive than I give her credit for.” I kiss him one last time. “I’ll text you when my mom gets here and you can meet her. Don’t forget to not to mention the tattoo.”

He laughs at me. “I won’t. I’ll text Max and tell him to say nothing too.” He pulls me back and kisses me again. Unlike my kiss that was chaste, his is powerful. My hands wind up on his neck and his end up in my hair. He gently bites and sucks on my lower lip. He pulls back with a smile. “Now that’s a see you later kiss.”

I laugh at him. I leave his room and make my way back to mine. When I open the door I see that Lynn left the room clean when she came back last night. Even her clothes are in the hamper. I’m impressed. It’s not that she’s dirty she’s just messy. And I really didn’t want to have to explain to my mother that it doesn’t really matter because I barely sleep in my room at night.

I grab my toiletries and towel. I take a quick shower. It’s probably the second shower I’ve taken on this floor. I might as well just leave my stuff in his room, but then it’s like we’re living together. Although I did leave some of my clothes in a free draw in his dresser, I feel like leaving my toiletries there means that I spend more time in his room than I do mine.

I quickly walk back to the room. Thankfully no one’s in the hall, I hate the walk back when there are people in the hall. Some of the guys are just crude… And in moments like these it’s when I realize I sound like my mother.

I throw my hair in a braid and pray that it will dry before I see my mother. I grab a dress and boots and put them on my bed.

Eric POV

After Tris leaves I get up and shower. I wish Tris had showered here. Hell she can leave her stuff here I don’t care. I can’t remember the last time she slept in her room. It was probably the first and second night that she moved in with Lynn.

I even bought that mattress topper that Tris has on her bed for her to sleep comfortable, but more for me because I was jealous of how soft her bed was. Why didn’t I ever get one like that?

I turn off the shower and dry myself off. I wrap the towel around my waist. I grab my phone and call Tris.

“Hey what’s up?” She answers immediately.

“How dressed should I be? Actually what are you wearing?” I hear myself asking this and I feel like an idiot. I never think about what to wear when I meet a girl’s parent. I just wear what I feel like.

“I’m wearing a denim dress with brown boots. Just be casual.” She tells me.

“Yeah but casual for me is jeans and a t-shirt. Normally I’d wear that red t-shirt I like, but I’m pretty sure that it’s buried somewhere in your draws.”

Tris laughs. “What about that black t-shirt I like on you. The one that makes you look sexy.”

“Babe, I look sexy in everything I wear.” I counter.

“You do.” Tris replies. “But you should wear that black shirt that I know you know what I’m talking about.”

I roll my eyes at myself. I could of thought of that. “Just over a month and you’re already dressing me. What’s next?”

“A dinner date that takes place out of your room.” She replies.

“We can do that.” I smile in to the phone. “Alright I’ll let you go. I’ll see you in an hour.”

“Text you in a bit.” Tris replies before hanging up the phone.

“Text you in a bit.” Tris replies before hanging up the phone.

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