This is a continuation to Cannibal Jello's "Living Together Can Be"
This is scene 2. I have her permission to pick up where she left off. I haven't written anything for her in quite some time, and I felt I owed it to her to keep going.
Anyway, BEFORE you read this please read her's first.
Disclaimer: I do not own Resident Evil or the first story…but I do however, own this story.
Living Together Can Be…Annoying.
Scene 2: The kitchen
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Low mumble.
"Kevin!"
"Yeah?"
"I thought I had told you earlier to do the dishes."
"I did!"
"No you didn't."
"Liar! I did too."
"Really? Then how come there are dirty ones in the sink? Surely you didn't eat this much to make a mess so quickly…"
"Maybe I did."
"No, you couldn't have."
"And why not?"
"Because you haven't moved from that couch since nine this morning."
"I have so. A man's gotta get up and pee sometime you know."
"Fuckin' gross—"
"Hey, we all gotta pee, okay? Besides, it's Monday. Isn't it your turn to do the dishes?"
"You still haven't done yours, yet."
"I've been working—"
"So have I. But at least I know when it's my turn to do the dishes."
"So..?"
"What?"
"Why aren't you doing them if it's your turn?"
"Because you were supposed to them yesterday."
"And…?"
"So you are one day behind."
Towel gets thrown.
"Hey!"
"And wipe the cup marks off the coffee table. I hate it when you don't use the coasters."
Sigh. "Yes, Dave."
"…."
"Kevin?"
"Yes, David?"
"Did you buy more dish soap recently?"
"Uh…yeah."
"Where is it?"
"Um, should be under the sink."
"…."
"I don't see it."
"Should be there."
"…."
"I still don't see it."
"Well, then it might be…"
"…you didn't buy soap, did you?"
Pause.
"Um, no. I didn't."
"And knowing that you had dishes to do, you figured I already knew and therefore got soap so you can get out of doing them for one day."
"Uhh…"
"Am I right?"
"Pretty much."
"…."
"God I hate you."
"Not the first time."
Wallet gets thrown across the room.
"Ow! David, stop throwing stuff!"
"Get up your ass and go buy some more dish soap. That'll be your punishment for thinking you can get away with not doing 'em."
Heavy sigh.
"…."
"And wipe down the coffee table like I asked you!"
Another heavy sigh. "Yes, all high-and-mighty-one."
David leaves room.
"…? ..."
Kevin talks to himself. "Dammit, why does he always whine about the little things?"
"…."
"..I mean, honestly? Does anybody care about water marks?"
"….?"
"Pssh. Sometimes I just don't get it—"
"KEVIIIIIIN!"
Stunned silence.
"Kevin!"
"…."
"Kevin dammit, I know your still here!"
"…y-yes, Dave?"
Thumping footsteps.
"Kevin, I thought I told you a thousand times not to use the bath towels for cleaning off the car with."
"And…?"
"You used them! Christ Kev—there are oil stains smeared on it!"
"I couldn't find any of the usual car towels—"
"Bullshit! They're in the same spot where you always put them."
"Which would be…?"
"In the trunk, you numb-nut. Along with all the other crap you couldn't find."
"Even my Elvis record?"
"…."
"How did you know that?"
"Uh…"
"You knew where everything was all along, didn't you?"
"Gee, when you put it that way…"
"Then why use the bath towels when you knew perfectly well where the dirty rags were at?"
"…."
"I thought so."
"But, David!"
"But what? Come on, Kev. You ruined clean towels!"
"The old ones were looking gooey."
"Then why didn't you wash them?"
"Because I couldn't!"
"You mean you don't know how to use the washing machine—"
"…."
"…."
"Let me guess, Kev. We're out of clothes soap, too. Right?"
"…."
"Am I right?"
"…."
"Dammit Kevin, am I right!"
"…."
"…why are you looking at me like that?"
"Like what?"
"Like that!"
"I dunno. Maybe its just the way you yell."
"It's the only way to get your attention."
"Yeah that, and something else."
"What?"
"….you know, your hot when your angry."
"Excuse me?"
"Yeah. When your face turns red and your voice raises a notch or two—"
"Stop it."
"Why?"
"Because I'm not in the mood."
"You will be soon."
"Yeah. After when you clean the towels—as a matter of fact you'll buy new ones—buy more soap, dish or otherwise, then we'll talk."
"You mean…" Kevin does his hip movement.
"I thought I told you to stop it."
"I know you like it when I do my Elvis impersonation before we get to it."
"Afterwards…then we'll talk. Deal?"
Keys are grabbed. "Deal!"
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-fin part 2