I own nothing, except my OC, Malady :)
"Okay," I said brightly, clapping my hands together once, "Time to clean." I opened up the closet and took out the Swiffer Wet Jet.
"What do you want me to do?" Emmett asked.
"You don't have to do anything." I said, running the Swiffer across the linoleum floor of the kitchen. Emmett jumped up on the counter, out of my way.
"I want to help." he pressed.
"Okay, fine." I stopped cleaning to think. "I don't know." I finally said. "What do you want to do?"
"What is there to do?"
"Umm, sweeping the porch, laundry, cleaning the bathroom, vacuuming, dusting." I rattled off everything that needed to be done.
"Which one do you like the least?"
"Cleaning the bathroom and vacuuming." I replied with a chuckle.
"I'll do that then." he said, easily leaping the ten feet from the counter to the living room, his feet never touching the clean floor.
"You don't-"
"Don't even say it. I'm going to help." he interrupted. He gave me a look that dared me to argue with him.
"Let me show you where everything is." I relented, leaning the Swiffer againt the wall. I opened the closet next to the stairs where I got the Swiffer from. I pulled the heavy vacuum cleaner out. "The only carpeted room in the house is mine." I explained, trying to tug the vacuum over the first step. I grunted and yanked as hard as I could; it finally came up. I proceeded to attempt to pull it up the next step.
I heard Emmett laugh from behind me. He walked over and took the vacuum cleaner from me. He effortlessly ran up the steps with it. He waited for me at the top of the steps with a pronounced smirk. "Show-off," I uttered as I walked past him into the bathroom.
I took out all the supplies he would need from the cupboard under the sink. "Do I have to explain how to use these?" I asked Emmett, raising an eyebrow.
"No, I can manage," Emmett, who was leaning against the door frame, chuckled.
"Okay, I'm gonna go start the laundry and then finish cleaning the floors." I told him before going downstairs. I went into the basement, which is where the washer and dryer were. After puting all the white clothes in and starting the washing machine, I went back upstairs.
I decided to sweep the porch off before I finished Swiffering the downstairs. I took the broom from the closet and went out onto the porch. It was peppering down the rain, and the wind was blowing it at an angle. Wet leaves blanketed the porch from the tree in the front yard. I was pelted with rain as I began to sweep from the left side of the porch to the right. After I finished, I turned around to see that more leaves had blown onto the porch. I swept them off, but more followed. I let out a defiant little scream, dropped the broom onto the porch, and stomped into the house. Slamming the front door, I took my wet shoes off and ran a hand through my damp hair.
Emmett was at my side in an instant. "Are you alright?" he asked, giving me a quick once-over.
"Yes," I grumbled, "The stupid leaves weren't cooperating, and the wind and rain were on their side."
Emmett laughed. "Well, I'm done upstairs. Would you like some help down here?"
"You're done?" I asked incredulously.
"Yep."
"Okay," I said. The washing machine buzzed. "Could you put the wet clothes in the dryer with a dryer sheet?"
"Sure, but you're gonna have to take this off." Emmett teased, tugging on my shirt.
"Ha ha." I rolled my eyes.
Emmett went into the basement, and I finished cleaning the kitchen floor. I had half of the living room floor cleaned when I heard him open the door. His vampire speed couldn't help him get the dryer to work any faster, and he had to wait.
I turned around when I heard him enter the living room. My eyes grew wide when I saw him.
Hope you liked it! Why do you think Malady's surprised? Hehe