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This has some adult themes. It's minor, but it's sort of implied. So, read if you know what you're doing. I don't want any kiddies crying.
I was trying. I was honestly trying.
However, sometimes it's hard holding in laughter. That…loud, makes you want to cry, bellowing laughter.
It's not that I'm mean, I'm the last person to laugh at anyone, but this was getting ridiculous.
'Baby loves me,
Yes, yes she does'
I had only heard Darry telling him to clean his room. But that was the last thing the mop was being used for.
It had only been moments before, (I swear I wasn't sneaking), that I was in the living room, being forced to watch a strange mouse with no voice on the television for what seemed like 20 hours.
Sometimes I think there's WAY too much of Mickey Mouse in our lives.
Anyway, I'd come silently, (not sneaking), because I had heard a noise that sounded remarkably like music and I went to investigate.
'Ah, the girls outta sight, yeah
Says she loves me
Yes, yes she does'
I guess it would be considered broom molestation, or inappropriate behavior, especially with how the broom had to sustain countless pelvis thrusts.
Being used as a dancing partner wasn't sometime the broom probably wanted to experience, but I had to smile at the visuals.
It was hard not to smile, especially with a towel-clad Ponyboy dancing to some song on the radio.
Hadn't he been cleaning? I swear, you tell something to someone, and they do something completely different.
'She got the way to move me, cherry
She got the way to groove me
She got the way to move me
She got the way to groove me'
You'd think he would have been a bit more modest about wearing a towel.
I know he's seen me, his grin gave it off, and he'd started to move around the broom like one of those girls you see at those off-limits places.
Don't ask.
I want to walk over to him, but then he'd stop playing around, and I was enjoying far too much of this.
The music kept blaring on the radio, the small chorus making the mood.
'Tell your mama, girl, I cant stay long
We got things we gotta catch up on'
My palms were feeling sweaty when I noticed his towel loosening bit by bit as he played with the broom, mocking the dusting process, and I noticed that I suddenly liked this song.
I don't know if every person with a broom did this, but I realized suddenly why every housewife was always so happy. Or why their homes were so clean.
He'd began to get closer, as if actually dusting the floor, and I felt humiliated.
I wanted to kiss him, right there, a big ol' slap on the lips, but I knew he had it in control this time.
'Mmm, you know
You know what Im sayin
Cant stand still while the music is playin'
"Let's clean a bit, Johnny."
He was probably enjoying this very much, and as I felt his hand go downwards, and the broom drop, I realized something.
Cleaning wasn't so bad after all.
This was a request. So, I hope you liked it, you know who you are. Hehe.
Anyway, I'm working on the requests I've gotten so far; I'm open to anything.
I hope you all enjoyed this!
Until next time,
Darkofthenight.