Disclaimer/Claimer: *snaps fingers in that three way thing that valley girls do* Don't make me do this again girlfriend!
Renee looked at her last house. It was quite big, and she sighed with determination. Setting her eyes on the door, she leaped up the stairs and raised her hand to knock on the door. However, the door flung open right then, and a young girl bolted out. Renee could've sworn she heard the girl crying, and she saw she was carrying a suitcase.
Her eyes followed the girl as she rushed down the street. Her eyes now widened and blinking a bit more than necessary, she didn't notice that someone was behind her until they cleared their throat.
Her head snapped quickly around to face the person. There stood a boy around her age, although he looked a few years older. His blonde hair was sticking up in some angles, his brown eyes staring meaningfully at her. He wore a white shirt and a pair of brown pants. He waved her in, and she followed.
He led her through a pretty run-down place, her eyes searching the entire circumference. He led her through a hallway and into a room where things were thrown all over the place.
She heard him sigh, with a hint of an embarrassed laugh, and she looked to him. He was scratching his head, messing his hair up even more. She had to admit it; he was kind of cute. "Uh, sorry about the excess mess, my girlfriend and I got into a fight," he said, averting his eyes from the mess to her.
He smiled slightly and she returned it. She looked back to the mess. "What happened?" she asked as she took the whole thing in. A few dishes were on the floor, a chair sat mutilated beside a small table, and a bookshelf was totaled. Papers were strewn all around the floor, and a few stains were set into the carpet.
He let out an embarrassed laugh. "Well, we kinda got inta a fight about her parents, ya know how some are, not wantin' us ta get married an' all, and she started throwin' thin's at me." He scratched his head again and looked over at her. "If it's too much trouble, ya don'ts gotta do that room."
Renee shook her head. "Nah, it's fine. I can handle it." So, grabbing her cleaning materials, she set to work on the room. First, she picked up the pieces of the chair and bookshelf. She set them on the table, then picked up the papers.
Once she got everything off the floor, she set to work on scrubbing the stains out before they set too far in. Once that was done, she dumped the dirty water out into the street, and refilled it.
She scrubbed the table, chairs, and other wooden furniture clean. She straightened things out, scrubbed the walls clean, and set things back up. Once she was done with that room, she set off for the next.
The boy watched her. She was good, in fact, she was fantastic. She moved fast, and made sure everything was completely clean before she went to the next thing. He also noticed while she scrubbed that she had more arm muscles than most girls. He couldn't help it, this new cleaning girl amazed him to his wit's end.
Renee looked at her last house. It was quite big, and she sighed with determination. Setting her eyes on the door, she leaped up the stairs and raised her hand to knock on the door. However, the door flung open right then, and a young girl bolted out. Renee could've sworn she heard the girl crying, and she saw she was carrying a suitcase.
Her eyes followed the girl as she rushed down the street. Her eyes now widened and blinking a bit more than necessary, she didn't notice that someone was behind her until they cleared their throat.
Her head snapped quickly around to face the person. There stood a boy around her age, although he looked a few years older. His blonde hair was sticking up in some angles, his brown eyes staring meaningfully at her. He wore a white shirt and a pair of brown pants. He waved her in, and she followed.
He led her through a pretty run-down place, her eyes searching the entire circumference. He led her through a hallway and into a room where things were thrown all over the place.
She heard him sigh, with a hint of an embarrassed laugh, and she looked to him. He was scratching his head, messing his hair up even more. She had to admit it; he was kind of cute. "Uh, sorry about the excess mess, my girlfriend and I got into a fight," he said, averting his eyes from the mess to her.
He smiled slightly and she returned it. She looked back to the mess. "What happened?" she asked as she took the whole thing in. A few dishes were on the floor, a chair sat mutilated beside a small table, and a bookshelf was totaled. Papers were strewn all around the floor, and a few stains were set into the carpet.
He let out an embarrassed laugh. "Well, we kinda got inta a fight about her parents, ya know how some are, not wantin' us ta get married an' all, and she started throwin' thin's at me." He scratched his head again and looked over at her. "If it's too much trouble, ya don'ts gotta do that room."
Renee shook her head. "Nah, it's fine. I can handle it." So, grabbing her cleaning materials, she set to work on the room. First, she picked up the pieces of the chair and bookshelf. She set them on the table, then picked up the papers.
Once she got everything off the floor, she set to work on scrubbing the stains out before they set too far in. Once that was done, she dumped the dirty water out into the street, and refilled it.
She scrubbed the table, chairs, and other wooden furniture clean. She straightened things out, scrubbed the walls clean, and set things back up. Once she was done with that room, she set off for the next.
The boy watched her. She was good, in fact, she was fantastic. She moved fast, and made sure everything was completely clean before she went to the next thing. He also noticed while she scrubbed that she had more arm muscles than most girls. He couldn't help it, this new cleaning girl amazed him to his wit's end.