"Tomorrow Susan? Really? John really needs to start giving us more notice with this shit. Loz may have plans, Susan. Can't we just give this bloke a time to come over and meet all of us tomorrow night?" In even more surprising news, my father, Mr Peter Hayes has stood up for me. Hold me whilst I wait for the punch line. "I was going to give her some things to do tomorrow for the house, but that's now going to have to wait," and there it goes, the punch line. My father needs me to be out and about so he stands up for me having to sit around and wait for this guy to contact me tomorrow and sort out his new place. Love you too Dad, thanks for the care and concern.
To be perfectly honest, Dad would have given me the jobs to do and I would have done them straight away in the morning anyway so that I could come home and do nothing anyway. I know what he wants me to do anyway because I've been putting them off. First on the list will be going down to the courts to pick up the signed Lease from John for the house, second will be getting the new hose reels from the Nursery down the road, and lastly to go and get groceries so that at some point whilst I'm home I can make Dad his favourite meal, my famous Roast Chicken. He's been on at me for days ever since I've been home. I keep telling him there is plenty of time for me to make it considering I will be home for nearly 4 months this winter and does it really need to be done in the 1st week of me being home. His response... yes it does!
"Peter, just get her to do them tomorrow, surely they're not that important with a 24-hour deadline." Susan with her sass.
"No Mum, I promise you they're not that important. Let me see if I can guess what he wants me to do. 20 bucks per correct answer Pete?" he nods and laughs as I rub my hands together getting ready for $60 to come my way. "First thing is to go and pick up the lease from John at the stadium. The second is to go to old mate's nursery down the road and pick up a hose reel for the pool hose near the filter. And lucky last is to go to the supermarket and get supplies for roast chook dinner that he's been complaining about for days. How did I do oh sweet Daddy?" The look on his face is priceless. I have succeeded!
"God I hope that the person moving is next door is someone you hate or someone that has a partner or is gay," he sighs as he reaches into his back pocket to remove his wallet. $60 comes my way. He better not have jinxed anything.
"I told you, Mum! Not important and I can read his mind," cue the evil laugh that comes out of my mouth. Mum just looks at me and grins whilst she takes a sip of her fresh Sauvignon Blanc.
"Speaking of food Lozzy, what is for dinner?"
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Getting woken up by something sitting on your chest is pretty normal for me in this house. Basically tells me as soon as my parents leave the house because MJ comes straight up to my room and nudges open the door and chills with me. The perfect alarm clock, although he's pretty sly on mornings when I'm freezing my ass off because he wants cuddles.
"What should we do today MJ? Get dressed first to go to someplace you will enjoy?" I can't say run, walk, beach or car around MJ because as soon as I do I have about 30 seconds to get out of the door before he starts getting totally pissed. This run needs to be short and fast so that I can come home and be around for this guy to come and get his shit. I'm really not in the mood for this meet and greet today, but I'm going to have to get over it.
Task 1: Rinse face with cold water... CHECK
Task 2: Pyjamas in washing basket and get clothed for a run. Sports bra, tank top, running jacket, and tights... CHECK
Task 3: Hair pulled back into a braid. I can't be bothered to do anything more with it, it's getting washed straight after anyway... CHECK
Task 4: Socks and shoes on with my earbuds in. This is done last because otherwise, MJ will totally freak the fuck out because he thinks that I'm going somewhere without him... CHECK
Task 5: Speak the sweet 3 letter word that every dog loves to hear... RUN... CHECK
And off we go. The electric gate slides open as we race past the sensor. As long as I've got my phone with the microchip on the back for the gate, MJ and I are good to go with no keys. The perks of technology, this coming from a master's candidate writing her thesis on Technology in Classrooms.
5km's later and MJ and I walking the 100 m down our driveway as my warm-down. Having not had a single notification on my phone this morning, it's safe to say I made it back with no problems with plenty of time to spare. Nobody has rung, my parents haven't even texted to see if I'm actually awake. My day really can't get any better, unless I make my favourite gluten-free french toast with strawberries as my morning breakfast. And I'm orgasmic just thinking about it. Shower first to wash hair then food.
Unclipping MJ, I let him race over in the living room to his water bowl as I stroll upstairs already starting to get undressed as I move to the kid's wing upstairs. It comes in quite handy having your own space in this massive house, especially when Matthew was around, and I know for certain that Theo has made use of having parents far away. And I shudder thinking about him and my best friend with the strong taste of vomit in my mouth. We have everything up here except a kitchen. Two bedrooms (obviously our two bedrooms), each with a massive walk-in closet, an ensuite each, cause brothers are gross to shower bathrooms with, and lucky last a lounge room with a massive couch and TV attached to our Wii.
Walking into my bedroom, I strip off the rest of my clothes and shove them into the shared linen cupboard where our laundry shoot is. It runs down to the laundry and keeps it in an upstairs basket, that way mum and dad have never had to sort out whose clothes are which. Again, fancy but now really see the use in it!
My shower spurts hot water as soon as I turn the nozzle to full power and I add in some cold water to make sure I don't get sunburn in the shower and walk out looking like a lobster. As I let my hair out of the braid, I start massaging my scalp as I later the Peppermint and Tea Tree shampoo into my curls and scrub my hair. Closing my eyes and relishing the water running down my back, I turn completely off and enjoy the moments I have already had in the first hour of my day. Leaving the lather to delve into my hair more, I wash my face with my milk cleanser. I don't even know how to say the brand little own spell it after Mum and Dad brought it back for me from Korea. All I know is that I'm going to be very annoyed if I can't find it to refill. Rinsing off the lather from my hair and the milky freshness that has come to my face, I continue the ever-growing task of conditioning the curls that I have been apparently "blessed" with from my mother. I am the only one in my family with these tight, dark brown ringlets that enjoy making my daily life rather interesting with the time that they take to tame. Conditioner and more conditioner. Rinse. Curl creme and more curl creme. Add the gel, then let dry. It's a soaking wet mop and this point. Luckily still in the shower, I quickly soap up and wash before rinsing and stepping out of the shower. Wrapping my hair in a muslin wrap before wrapping myself in a towel has become the ritual. I wish I could stay like this all day.
"Knock knock! Hello, anyone there?" I nearly scream opening the ensuite door to the sound of someone downstairs at the front door. Fuck he's early. He didn't even call or text or anything. The rude fucker!
"I'll be right down. Give me 2 minutes," I yell down the stairway, hoping that he heard me.
Shit. Double shit. Triple shit. I'm not even dressed, my hair is soaking and I have no idea who this guy even is. Quickly drying off myself, I run into the closet and don a T-shirt bra and underwear, the first things I eye and then quickly skim through to find a slip dress to put on and still be comfortable. Agh I hate early people because this situation arises and then it makes the person you were apparently helping because you were early really stressed. See where my frustration lies!
Fuck! The security camera. Running to my phone, I log into the security app to spy on the guy that I will be having a rather close contact with over the next 4 months. Today, my phone chooses today to take forever to open up the front door camera. But when it does, I drop it straight onto my bed. It can't be, surely he can't be here. John wouldn't do that to Mayfair. I check again and my worst fears have become a reality. Harry Samuels is standing at my front door. 55Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡLrzdHsOY5R
