maybe this time [private] he'll stay

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    Aaron tried to play it out like he didn't know what she was talking about. He laughed and smiled. "Wow, really?" He said. Aaron took a bite of his waffle becoming nervous. She actually did remember some things from last night it looks like. Aaron connected some dots in his head. If she kissed him in her dream, that probably means she does have a crush on him. His theory was answered. How could he get her to admit it though?

    She shivered in disgust, "I feel so violated." She finished her waffle then set the plate in the sink. "I claim not doing the dishes today!" She stated, quickly walking away from the sink.

    She groaned. Doing the laundry was worst than doing the dishes for her, she would have to touch his dirty clothes. She was not a fan of that. She walked over to the counter, rested her chin in her hands, then made a pouty face. "Do I have to? You know I hate touching your dirty clothes." She half-pleaded.

    Aaron smiled. "What, do you think I masturbate on them or something?" He teased. Aaron put a strainer at the bottom of the sink and filled the sink with hot water and soap.

    She looked him over, then moved so she was next to him. She sniffed the crook of his neck, then stepped back. "You sure smell like you do." She retorted. She for one, did not know what it would smell like if he had did. But he didn't have to know that.

    She looked up at Aaron. "Then do you're own laundry. I'm not you're housemaid!" She argued, though she still stayed in his arms.

    She sighed, then gave in. "Okay, so, please remind me how to work the washing machine and dryer." She begged. Honestly, she couldn't remember how to work it for the life of her, resulting in at least something that was once white turning pink.

    Aaron nodded. "Of course, I'll show you." He took her hand and lead her to the washing machine and dryer. "I'll go ahead and give you and example using my clothes." He said. Aaron went and got his hamper and got Hazel's as well. He soon returned and sorted out both of their clothes.

    She watched him sort out their clothes, then decided to help him. "I know, I'm an idiot for forgetting how to use them again." She stated.

    Aaron shook his head. "No it's fine. I'll be back- hold on." He said. Aaron went back to get a piece of paper and a sharpie. He returned and wrote down the time for washing and drying each type of fabric, and what colors you can mix and what you can't. He taped it on the washing machine so she could use the paper for future reference.

    She continued to sort out the clothes while he was away. When Aaron returned, she watched him stick the papers on the machines. "Well that's sure going to be helpful. Hopefully no more pink clothes!" She beamed. "Thanks!" She praised.

    She put the clothes in the washing machine, following the instructions. Once done, she returned to the living room. "So... need someone to talk to while you're doing the dishes?" She asked.

    She sat down on the couch, though she was facing him. “So... what should we talk about?”

    “Woah, slow the flow there. It was just a kiss, nothing else. Unlike you, I’m nowhere near being a pervert.” She protested.