Derek watched Casey pour the contents of the glasses down the drain. He put the leftover sausages into a dish when Casey picked up a bowl of noodles from the counter and on her way to the sink, she dropped them on the floor. He started to move to help her but quickly caught himself. You don't like her. She doesn't like you. He forced a chuckle and teased, "Good job Klutzilla."
Casey shot him a look of disgust as she reached for the paper towels to clean up the mess on the floor. He put the dish of sausages that he had in his hands in the fridge and placed the plate they had been on in the sink. He washed his hands and started to walk out of the kitchen when Casey's voice stopped him. "Just where do you think you're going?" Casey demanded. "The dishes still need to be done."
"Oh come on Casey, you know our English paper is due tomorrow. And since you finished yours last night, I'm sure you won't mind doing the dishes so I can write mine tonight," he reasoned. He grinned at her and heard her slam the bowl on the counter as he walked out.
Yeah, this is really short, I know. But I'm also really sick, so take mercy on me please. I can't talk and I can't hear out of my ear. I have a feeling this is going to get good though, so just wait for it. And thank you guys so much for all the positive feedback.
