AUTHORS NOTE: Sorry for the short chapter! I've written the whole story already and to make it last longer I'm dividing the chapters shorter
TEGAN POV
We've been outside for about an hour now. It was absolutely freezing outside, probably only 40 degrees. Everyone was shivering, teeth chattering. A van came and picked us up, while the tour bus got towed away, and brought the band to the hotel they were staying at. Emy, Sara and I were going back to my house. Emy was leaving to go back to Montreal for her break, so Sara and I had my apartment alone.
Sara and I dragged ALL of our stuff that was inside the gas-infested bus into my apartment. I haven't been here in 2 months. When I unlocked my door and stepped inside, It was freezing
"Holy Hell, its fuckin' freezing in here Tee!"
"Did you just say 'holy hell'?"
"Why yes, I did."
"Damn, it is cold in here."
I walked over to my thermostat, 54 degrees. Sara sat down on the couch, after I adjusted the temperature to a perfect 72 degrees, I sat down right next to her.
"So…what do you want to do today?" I asked her
"Clean. Your apartment is a dusty, dirty mess." Sara said standing up.
"That's not what I had in mind…" I told her, pulling her back down to the couch, then kissed her.
"Nope! Tegan c'mon, how can you even function with all this mess?"
"I can function quite properly, actually."
"Well I can't" Sara went to the closet, pulled out the vacuum and wheeled it over to me.
"After you're done vacuuming, you can wipe down all the tables."
"Saaaaaraaa! I hate cleaning. I'm not going to." I know I was being stubborn, but I truly did hate cleaning.
Sara grabbed my face and kissed me hard, holding the kiss for a little while, then retracted, leaving me wanting more.
"Yes, you will" She said, seductively.
"Yes master." I gave in
"But- I hate vacuuming. Can I do something else instead?" I asked
"hmm…clean the kitchen. I mean clean, no shoving items in drawers, clean. Sparkling clean. Got it?"
The kitchen wasn't even that messy, so I gave in, and got to work.