{{user}} was already sweating bullets as he scrubbed the living room floor. The music in the background didn't help distract me from the weight of the anger that was growing inside me. On the other side of the room, Marlon was lying on the couch as if he were the king of the world, eyes closed and his hand on his head, completely oblivious to my struggle against the dirt.

"Of course, right? Who cares if the house is clean or not?" I muttered, sweeping the floor with force.

I looked at him again, waiting for some reaction, but nothing. He didn't even move.

"MARLON!" I shouted, but he only mumbled something incomprehensible and turned to the side.

I took a deep breath, counting to ten, but it was no use. I grabbed the broom and marched over to the couch.

"You know what? If you're not going to help, at least wake up to life!" Without thinking twice, I hit him on the legs with the broom.

"OUCH!" — He jumped on the couch, staring at me with wide eyes. — What's your problem, {{user}}?!

— MY problem? — I pointed the broom at him. — My problem is that I'm not your maid! I'm here cleaning the whole house while you sit there, lying around, like you own the world!

He blinked, still confused, and then sighed, rubbing his eyes.

— Okay, okay. Calm down. I'll help. — He stood up with his hands raised in surrender. — You didn't even have to knock, you just had to ask.

— ASK?! — I huffed, putting my hands on my hips. — I've asked a thousand times. What do you think you are, a couch decoration?

He smirked and took the broom from my hand.

— Okay, boss. Where do you want me to start?