I keep thinking about getting myself a job to help out where I can, but the only times I’ll be able to work are after school and weekends which is usually when I have Aria with me. It’s a lose/lose situation, but dad assures me it’s better if I’m home with her.
I move the cash away from the spilled milk and stick it to the fridge, under a magnet. There’s no more hiding cash away in my old jewelry box, not anymore. Every cent counts now, and here on the fridge, it won’t get lost. I can cook us something for dinner to avoid spending it, besides, the gas bill is due soon and we need to keep on top of it as dad has a habit of forgetting due dates. What the hell would he do without me?
Aria and I get to work scrubbing the kitchen and within ten minutes, it’s squeaky clean. Actually, that’s probably too much of an exaggeration. It’s…clean enough to be able to cook in so naturally, that’s exactly what we do.
Pancake mix goes everywhere and I’m glad we have so much time before having to head out for school because the kitchen is going to need a second scrub once we’re done with it, and then Aria will probably need a scrub too.
Aria sits up at the table and devours her breakfast in the blink of an eye before reaching across and stealing half of mine.
I roll my eyes as I watch her. She’s such a terror.
After breakfast, I force her to go and have a shower despite her endless whining that ‘SpongeBob Square Pants’ is starting soon. I seriously don’t understand her obsession with that show. It drives me insane.
Somehow, she gets through a shower and even lets me wash her hair. Half an hour later, I sit down on the couch with Aria sitting in front of me on the floor. I brush through her long blonde hair as she cheers when another episode comes on.
Kill me now.
It’s not long before I doze off on the couch for a well needed sleep with Aria zoned out in the land of all things ‘SpongeBob’.
The sound of her giggles wakes me and my eyes instantly fly up to the clock on the wall. “Crap, it’s nearly time to go,” I shriek, flying up to my feet. “Why didn’t you wake me?”
Aria doesn’t even blink and it’s like she’s zombified by the TV. I swear, she probably doesn’t even realize I’m still here. I roll my eyes. I doubt I’m going to be blessed with a response from her.
With her hair, breakfast, and shower already done, I can mostly concentrate on getting myself ready for the day. At least I was able to get a bit more sleep before having to spend the day at school.
I hurry down to my room and throw on a pair of ripped jeans and a black shirt before pulling on my combat boots. Looking in the mirror, I gasp at the sight before me. This simply won’t do. I run my fingers through my hair and mess it around a little to give me that ‘I don’t give a shit about it’ vibe which seems to be my motto for life, before tracing a little eyeliner around my eyes and adding some mascara just because I can.
I hardly ever wear makeup anymore and the look on Noah’s face is fucking priceless when I do. He loves when I wear mascara. I think it has something to do with the way it makes my blue eyes stand out. I don’t know, but he always seems to kiss me a little longer when I’m wearing it, and the way he seems to always be hard when he’s pushing up against me makes it so damn worth it. Knowing something so simple turns him on is like a power every woman should possess. Besides, why shouldn’t I wear it if he likes it so much? Especially if it means a little extra special attention from a guy who could make me cum just from a simple wink.
Hell to the yes, please.
How did I get so damn lucky?
I hurry out of my room, making sure to grab my phone and bag on the way before heading for the front door. “Right, Squirt. TV off. We have to go.”
I stand at the door waiting as she slowly gets up and turns off the TV. She grabs her school bag off the floor, slips her shoes on, and finally walks towards me.
Only she stops. “I need to poop.”
I let out a sigh. “Of course you do.”
I take her bag from her and head outside to warm up the truck while she goes to the bathroom. Don’t ask me why she didn’t go before. It completely baffles me, but it’s my fault. If I was on the ball, I would have remembered to tell her to go earlier, but silly me, I fell asleep instead.