"It is such a mess in here. How do you live?!" Your jaw drops as soon as you step foot into Natalie's room, who shrugs and looks confused.

"I don't know-"

"Sit down." You push her to sit in her chair, and don't waste any time in rushing to clean. She's seen your room, which is freakishly tidy, so she's not completely surprised by your behavior. That doesn't mean she's not a little lost, though. She's never had a clean room. It's always been a mess because nobody else ever cared to clean it, and Natalie couldn't be bothered to do it herself. She's used to the mess. But you're not. She watches as you throw her trash away and fold her clean clothes, and toss the dirty ones in her overflowing laundry basket. You move so quickly, that it's like in the blink of an eye her bed's made, and you're wiping down her desk. She just looks at you inquisitively.

"Did you seriously just clean my room?"