I don't have time to admire this magnificent penthouse because of a certain someone with a sickly sweet smile a.k.a Monster with emerald eyes ordered me to start cleaning straightaway. Its like there anything to clean. Is he a clean freak ?. For a growing teenager that live on his own, this house sure is neat and well . So what the point am I here?
"This place is clean enough. what else to clean?." I asked.
"Make it sparkle." He stated calmly.
"WHAT? WEll, why don't you tell me to make it glowing then." I rolled my eyes in anger.
"That is a very nice idea" He said looking tempted at my sarcasm. He is currently laying on his back on the couch while watching Frozen at his huge flat television. I'm serious. When the opening song is on, I catch his mouth mouthing along the lyric . who am I
