Hey, Tricie! Could you come and wash your dishes… I’m havin’ a little party tonight.
She sighed loudly. Her roommate was such a pain in the ass neat freak. Which was the prime reason she had cast him away, straight to the ”friend zone”.
In a minute, Carl… I just have to finish this grid of sudoku first.
His head popped through her bedroom door.
What do you mean?? You hate sudoku!
Tricia shushed him away, and whispered to herself;
Yup, but not nearly as much as I hate cleaning dishes!
Written for this week’s #1MinFiction Challenge… And yes! I am allowed to participate to my own challenge. My prompt, my rules! Mouahahhahahahhahaha