CLEANING MY MESSY ROOM

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“holyyy shit…”

jason trials his eyes over your area of cabin fifteen. in utter disaster, it was a huge mess.

“what happened in here, did a tornado hit?”

you pout and sit up in your bed sleepily.

“jus’ clothes. and some books… and other stuff. I tried to clean but I got tired and then… fell asleep”

“of course you did,”

he murmurs, beginning to pick up some of your clutter.

“are these clothes clean or dirty?”

“mhm, clean. I jus’ didn’t wanna put ‘em away”

jason mutters a silent ‘okay’ before sorting your clothes into different piles depending on which drawer they go into: shirts, pants, pajamas, undergarments + socks, and his clothes that you’ve stolen.

“did you just come here to clean?”

you complain. jason shakes his head and begins placing the clothes away in your dresser

“no, but I can’t function if there’s a mess like this. I don’t know how you do it.”

“neat freak.”

“human tornado.”

you groan and shove your head into your floral pillow. there’s no fighting this, he’ll continue cleaning until your cabin looks completely spotless. after your clothes are well folded and neatly put away, he begins picking up the variety of books scattered over the wooden floor. a few he had recognized as ones he had requested you read (in your defense— they were all his nerdy history book, and gods were they boring as fuck). regardless of his now hurt feelings he lines they up alphabetically on your bookshelf from the previous time he had organized them from.

your face half inside the pillow your voice is muffled when you decide to speak up, “jase?”

he hums and turns to you from the shelf, indicating you can continue

“are you gonna lay with me ever? or are you just going to be my personal maid and leave?” ᯓ★

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