Page 102 of Scrimmage

“The colors, Ashland. The goddamn colors. Lights and darks.”

“It’s all the same.”

“No." His jaw ticks. “It isn’t.”

This is getting better and better with every second that passes, and we haven’t even started. I take the handful of mixed shirts, and hold his gaze while I drop it in the washer. His hands are in fists at his sides. He bites his lip in frustration and with a deep breath, he removes them from the basin. Then he begins separating.

Penny watches him with amusement. “Are you going to do this with our underwear? I would prefer that you didn’t.”

When he’s done, he puts all of the ‘light’ colors in the washer. I pick up one of my black tees to toss in, and he snatches it before I can. “Go.”

“But you said—”

“I will do the goddamn laundry. Go sit in the fucking kitchen. Go literally anywhere else. Just stay away from the laundry.”

The Cunts are at it again. We look at each other and shrug, going out to the couch and collapsing onto it. We’ve won this round.

“Is he always like that?” Penny giggles.

“I mean, yes, but I’ve never seen himthiswired.”

He stalks out of the house to go grab the rest.

“Do you think he’ll really do all of the laundry? I mean we really piled it in.”

“Oh yeah,” I dismiss her. “He’ll do all of it because we weren’t doing it the right way. All we’ll have to do is fold one thing the ‘wrong’ way, and he’ll do that, too.”

“This might be the greatest thing to ever happen. Too bad he won’t do it again.”

“I wouldn’t be so sure. We should have him clean the house next.”

We both snicker. Penny grabs the controller from the coffee table and flips the TV on. She sifts through stuff until she finds some stupid movie we’ve seen a million times. The front door slams shut, and Koda starts sorting like a psycho. He doesn’t say one word to us. We almost forget he’s there until he sits between us on the couch, seething.

“I thought you were going to leave?” I point out.

He yanks off his hat running his hands through his hair before putting it back on and crossing his arms. “If I leave you here alone you’ll switch the laundry one time, and then the clothes will sit in the washer for hours while you two smoke weed. Nothing will get done. Don’t think I didn’t realize half of that shit is, allegedly, clean already.”

“Allegedly?” I quirk a brow.

“Just shut up, Ash. Tell me what you two want to eat, and shut up.”

Look who is controlling now.

“Woah.” Penny’s mouth drops open. This bitch is drooling. Me too. She catches herself and blinks slowly until her eyes lock on me. “Did you bring the weed?”

“Of course I did.” I pull out my case and set it onto the coffee table.

“Food?” Koda reminds us.

“Italian.” Penny nods.

“Oh my God, yes. Italian,” I agree as I open it and pull out the papers. Koda gets on his phone and taps away while I roll a blunt.

“The only fucking thing you do right,” he mumbles to himself.

“Thank you. I pride myself on my rolling abilities.” I light it. “Want us to leave yet?”

“Nope.”

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