Once Upon A Washcloth
Chapter 6: Two Weeks to Hell, Part 1: Getting the Room Clean
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Brooke's first job in getting ready for the Ball was getting Nick's room clean. Now, this made absolutely no sense to Brooke, but that's what he ordered, and she was at his command. Sadly. She went to bad that night, thinking that his room wouldn't be too bad. Sure, he had been living on his own, and his room looked like a disaster area, but she had cleaned things messier than that, and could handle it.
What she didn't know, is that on those days leading up to the ball, being the wonderful prince that he is, Nick just HAD to get the room messy everyday no matter what. Brooke honestly couldn't figure out how he did it. She would get the room nice and clean, which usually took her until noon, and she would leave the rooms to eat lunch. When she got back from her extremely quick lunch, she would find the room as it had been that morning.
And another thing. She would clean it up, go to bed, and in the morning, it would be messy! Cleaning the room twice a day, along with everything else she had to do was a hassle. It took a bunch of time and effort, and the prince never said anything. She knew that he didn't have to thank her for cleaning up, hell, it was her job, but he could at lest mention something when he walked into he messy room. He always jus looked at the mess as though it belonged here. Eventually, Brooke started to think that he resented having his room cleaned up. Maybe Nick and filth just went together.
She sighed and thought about his future wife. She felt bad for her, and decided if she met her, she would try to warn her in someway that wouldn't offend the lady. She had found that giving advice to a noble was not a good idea. She didn't see so much wrong with it. I mean crap, servants or nobles, they were still humans.
She laid back on the floor, abandoning her cleaning for the moment. Thinking about how the servants were treated like shit always depressed her. She knew that that is how it had been for ever, and nobody would ever change it. It still wasn't her fair though. It wasn't her fault that she was born into a lower class family. At least the didn't have to live on the streets. She had always envied the prince, him being able to do what he wanted, to buy what he wanted. It just wasn't fair. No it isn't fair, she thought. But that's the way it is.
She sat back up and looked around. She felt lost, as though she was in a jungle, and all of the clothes were the trees and animals. She would never be able to conquer the jungle, it would still thrive, and she would be lost. She but her head in her hands, trying to keep herself from crying.
It must be near my time of month. I never get weepy unless it is. She looked up as the prince and Princess Roxanne almost fell into the room, latched onto eachother by the mouth. Brooke just sat there, looking interested, as they ignored her and moved towards the bed. Brooke got up, gathering the small pile of clothes, and pile them in the corner of the room. She moved back to where she had been sitting, and got her cleaning supplies, and moved to the full length mirror. She dipped her towel in a solution, and cleaned the finger prints off the mirror.
She moved to the other side of the room and gathered more clothes, throwing them on the small pile she had made. Nick and Roxanne still hadn't realized she was there, which shocked her. She grinned mischievously as she had just decided to make it an experiment. Just how long could they go without realizing she was there? She moved to the outer room and picked up some bottles that made the prince's hair look like it does.
She put them on the dresser right next to the bed, where they belonged, and where Nick and Roxanne were currently feeling eachother up. She started humming, ignoring the couple on the bed. She rolled her eyes. Man, this guy really was a player. She doubted that he had even bothered trying courting the princesses before taking them to his bed. She grinned. She knew she would never do that with out the guy wooing and courting her. She sighed, wishing that her true love would appear.
She shook her head, and picked up the last of the clothes. She looked around shocked. She had finished cleaning the room as she was thinking about her love. She peeked into the bedroom again, and was surprised to find them still clothed. Well, if they aren't going to do anything serious, and are going to drag it out if they are, I don't want to be around to see it. She put her fingers in her mouth and produced a piercing whistle. Nick and Roxanne looked around, startled out of their make out session.
Brooke just rolled her eyes. "Welcome back to reality. Try to stay there for another half hour. It might do you some good. No, don't look at me like that. I've been in the room cleaning the whole time you've been here."
Shocked looks came from the directions of the make outers. "Yeah, I was in the room. You guys are really annoying when you make out. Oh, and you suck at it."
"I'm going to ignore the pun there," was all that Roxanne said as she straightened out her dress, looking the perfect image of superiority.
"We suck, huh? What? You think you could do better?" Nick asked, a smug look on his face.
"Yeah, I think I could." Brooke matched his smug smirk inch for inch, and grinned as his fell off his face, his eyes getting wide. She flipped her hair, and walked out of the room.
"You do know that she just took up your challenge don't you?" Roxanne stated matter-of-factly.
"Yes I do, but the question is, does she?" Roxanne shook her head, and left Nick in his room, brooding over what had just happened. Slowly, a grin worked its self on to his face. If she does realize what she said, then he would take full advantage of it. If she didn't realize she had accepted, he would surprise her by taking full advantage. He grinned outright. This would be fun. It had been a long time since he had even thought about messing with a maid.
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I know that this one was updated really quickly, and I hope you are all happy. However, don't get used to t, because I can't guarantee that I will this quick. At best, I hope to get one chapter out a week, maybe faster. Probably slower. Ü Anywho, thanks for reading this one, and don't forget to review! I live of 'em!
Chapter 6: Two Weeks to Hell, Part 1: Getting the Room Clean
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Brooke's first job in getting ready for the Ball was getting Nick's room clean. Now, this made absolutely no sense to Brooke, but that's what he ordered, and she was at his command. Sadly. She went to bad that night, thinking that his room wouldn't be too bad. Sure, he had been living on his own, and his room looked like a disaster area, but she had cleaned things messier than that, and could handle it.
What she didn't know, is that on those days leading up to the ball, being the wonderful prince that he is, Nick just HAD to get the room messy everyday no matter what. Brooke honestly couldn't figure out how he did it. She would get the room nice and clean, which usually took her until noon, and she would leave the rooms to eat lunch. When she got back from her extremely quick lunch, she would find the room as it had been that morning.
And another thing. She would clean it up, go to bed, and in the morning, it would be messy! Cleaning the room twice a day, along with everything else she had to do was a hassle. It took a bunch of time and effort, and the prince never said anything. She knew that he didn't have to thank her for cleaning up, hell, it was her job, but he could at lest mention something when he walked into he messy room. He always jus looked at the mess as though it belonged here. Eventually, Brooke started to think that he resented having his room cleaned up. Maybe Nick and filth just went together.
She sighed and thought about his future wife. She felt bad for her, and decided if she met her, she would try to warn her in someway that wouldn't offend the lady. She had found that giving advice to a noble was not a good idea. She didn't see so much wrong with it. I mean crap, servants or nobles, they were still humans.
She laid back on the floor, abandoning her cleaning for the moment. Thinking about how the servants were treated like shit always depressed her. She knew that that is how it had been for ever, and nobody would ever change it. It still wasn't her fair though. It wasn't her fault that she was born into a lower class family. At least the didn't have to live on the streets. She had always envied the prince, him being able to do what he wanted, to buy what he wanted. It just wasn't fair. No it isn't fair, she thought. But that's the way it is.
She sat back up and looked around. She felt lost, as though she was in a jungle, and all of the clothes were the trees and animals. She would never be able to conquer the jungle, it would still thrive, and she would be lost. She but her head in her hands, trying to keep herself from crying.
It must be near my time of month. I never get weepy unless it is. She looked up as the prince and Princess Roxanne almost fell into the room, latched onto eachother by the mouth. Brooke just sat there, looking interested, as they ignored her and moved towards the bed. Brooke got up, gathering the small pile of clothes, and pile them in the corner of the room. She moved back to where she had been sitting, and got her cleaning supplies, and moved to the full length mirror. She dipped her towel in a solution, and cleaned the finger prints off the mirror.
She moved to the other side of the room and gathered more clothes, throwing them on the small pile she had made. Nick and Roxanne still hadn't realized she was there, which shocked her. She grinned mischievously as she had just decided to make it an experiment. Just how long could they go without realizing she was there? She moved to the outer room and picked up some bottles that made the prince's hair look like it does.
She put them on the dresser right next to the bed, where they belonged, and where Nick and Roxanne were currently feeling eachother up. She started humming, ignoring the couple on the bed. She rolled her eyes. Man, this guy really was a player. She doubted that he had even bothered trying courting the princesses before taking them to his bed. She grinned. She knew she would never do that with out the guy wooing and courting her. She sighed, wishing that her true love would appear.
She shook her head, and picked up the last of the clothes. She looked around shocked. She had finished cleaning the room as she was thinking about her love. She peeked into the bedroom again, and was surprised to find them still clothed. Well, if they aren't going to do anything serious, and are going to drag it out if they are, I don't want to be around to see it. She put her fingers in her mouth and produced a piercing whistle. Nick and Roxanne looked around, startled out of their make out session.
Brooke just rolled her eyes. "Welcome back to reality. Try to stay there for another half hour. It might do you some good. No, don't look at me like that. I've been in the room cleaning the whole time you've been here."
Shocked looks came from the directions of the make outers. "Yeah, I was in the room. You guys are really annoying when you make out. Oh, and you suck at it."
"I'm going to ignore the pun there," was all that Roxanne said as she straightened out her dress, looking the perfect image of superiority.
"We suck, huh? What? You think you could do better?" Nick asked, a smug look on his face.
"Yeah, I think I could." Brooke matched his smug smirk inch for inch, and grinned as his fell off his face, his eyes getting wide. She flipped her hair, and walked out of the room.
"You do know that she just took up your challenge don't you?" Roxanne stated matter-of-factly.
"Yes I do, but the question is, does she?" Roxanne shook her head, and left Nick in his room, brooding over what had just happened. Slowly, a grin worked its self on to his face. If she does realize what she said, then he would take full advantage of it. If she didn't realize she had accepted, he would surprise her by taking full advantage. He grinned outright. This would be fun. It had been a long time since he had even thought about messing with a maid.
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I know that this one was updated really quickly, and I hope you are all happy. However, don't get used to t, because I can't guarantee that I will this quick. At best, I hope to get one chapter out a week, maybe faster. Probably slower. Ü Anywho, thanks for reading this one, and don't forget to review! I live of 'em!