A/N: My third chapter! Enjoy! I don't own SWAC or Clean House.
SPOV
About five minutes after shooting the introduction, we took our places for the meeting the homeowner part.
"We shoot in 5, 4, 3, 2." Then the camera operator pointed to us.
"Hey guys!" I said cheerfully.
"Hey, Sonny," they replied.
"Listen, this is the Morgan family. They've been married for 15 years, have three kids, and a whole lot of mayhem and foolishness," I explained.
"Oh, great," Mark said.
"Look's like we're going in," I said, leading the way up to the front door. But there was a strange sign.
"'Please use back door.' Okay, I guess we have to go to the back," Chad said. We walked to the back door, and I knocked on it. Then, a stout woman and a tall black man answered the door.
"Hi, we've been waiting for you guys!" the lady said.
"Great," I said. "You must be Rhonda, and Francis."
"That's us," Francis said. "Welcome."
"They just said welcome, and it's the messiest home in the country," I said jokingly. They led us inside. It was disgusting beyond belief!
"This is our kitchen," Rhonda said.
"Whoa, okay, this is really disgusting," Chad said making a face.
"You weren't wrong about mayhem and foolishness," said Trish.
"Okay, what's up with this?" I asked in disbelief.
"Well, since both of us work seven days a week, we never have any time to clean up," Francis said. Then I noticed three kids, one about seven, two about five.
"Why don't you guys come over here?" Rhonda asked her kids. They walked over to their parents. "This is the Clean House crew. Guys, this is Myra, my oldest, and my two twin boys, Marcus and Oliver."
"Nice to meet you," I said to the kids. They never even twitched.
"Okay, can we have Trish and Chad look at the rest of the house?" I asked Francis.
"Good luck," he said to them, and Trish walked off. Chad never budged.
"C'mon Chad, you have to go," I said, pushing him towards the hallway.
"Fine," he said, and he walked off.
"Okay, now I want you to point to something that represents both of you," Mark said. Both Rhonda and Francis pointed to the old fifties sci-fi silver clock.
"Okay, so you guys like the fifties theme," I said looking at Mark.
"We kind of want it to be like one of those old diners," Rhonda explained. "You know, with the checkerboard floor."
"Okay, so I'm guessing, red, on the walls?" Mark asked.
"Exactly," Francis said.
"Okay, can you show us to the next room?" I asked politely.
"Sure," she said, and they led us down the hallway to a room filled with piles of old papers and tons of bins and boxes covering the floor.
"Hey, look, there's the front door!" I exclaimed, pointing to an oak wood door blocked by giant bins filled to the rim.
"This is our den," Francis introduced.
"You've got bins and boxes everywhere," Mark said.
"That's because he refuses to throw anything away or out," Rhonda accused, pointing at her husband.
"Hey, this isn't just my stuff, some of it's yours," Francis shot back.
"Okay, what do you guys want this room to be?" I asked. Just then, Chad walked in the room.
"Hey, whoa," he said. "What is this?"
"Hey Chad," I said. "This is their den."
"Looks more like Bin World to me," he commented.
"Be nice," I scolded.
"Fine."
"Fine."
"Good."
"Good. Okay, what do you guys want this room to be?" I asked again.
"We want it to be a den slash office space," said Rhonda.
"Okay," Mark said. "Like a dual office space?"
"We could share," mentioned Francis.
"Okay, well, excuse me, I have to use the bathroom," I said. While walking out of the den, I tripped over a bin and hit my forehead on the wall, blacking out. Just as I was falling backwards, I felt strong arms catch me.
"Oh, thanks," I said. Just then, I turned my head and caught a glimpse of Chad holding me up before my eyes shut.
"What happened?" Mark asked.
"Sonny tripped on a bin, and blacked out," I heard Chad say. "I've got to get her to a hospital." I felt being carried out the back door, and set in the car. About ten minutes later, I blinked my eyes open, with a throbbing pain in my head.
"Hey, are you okay?" Chad asked.
"Yeah, I'm fine," I lied. "But my head really hurts."
"Don't worry, we're almost at a hospital," he reassured me. We arrived at a hospital about fifteen minutes later. He helped me out of the car and inside. The doctor immediately helped me into a semi-private room, and helped me into the bed. I heard Chad walk inside long after the doctor left.
"Hey, Chad," I greeted.
"Hey. How are you feeling?" he asked.
"My head still hurts," I mentioned. "But, overall, I'm okay."
"I know a way that'll make your head feel better," he said, taking a step closer to me.
"What?" I asked curiously. Suddenly, I felt warm lips on mine. Turns out Chad had kissed me! I kissed back, running my fingers through his smooth, soft blonde hair. He pulled back, breathing heavily. Just then, the doctor came in with a bottle of aspirin pills.
"Miss Munroe, you had a slight concussion, but if you have another one, you'll need a hospital immediately. Here are some aspirin pills for the pain if you need them." The doctor handed me the bottle of aspirin and walked out. Chad helped me out of bed, and we checked out.
"I don't think I'll need these," I said dreamily, dropping the pills in a trash can. Then we drove off back towards the Morgan house.
"Hey, we're back," I said.
"Oh, good. They just showed us every room already," Trish said.
"Hey, Rhonda, Francis, can I ask you something?" I asked.
"Yeah," they said in unison, and I led them to the kitchen and sat at the kitchen table.
"Do you think you guys can let all of this go?" I asked.
"I think we can," Rhonda said.
"Good, so just get to cleaning the salvageable items," I said, and we split up. Let's hope this isn't just lip service.
My third chapter, ladies and gentleman! REVIEW!