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| As far as Julia was concerned, laundry was pretty much second nature to her. At home, ever since she was old enough to reach the top of the washing machine, she knew how to do a simple load. She remembered as a little girl, she'd follow her mother around the house during her chores, pretending that she was the woman of the house. While her mom would haul the giant basket of clothes from every member of their family, Jules would have her little egg basket with a sock or two that her mother had dropped, trailing right behind her mommy. When her mother cooked dinner, you get bet little Julia was by her side, jumping at the chance to crack an egg, or stir the cake batter. She was Mommy's little helper since day one. So the weekly routine of hauling her own things down to the Washer was like clock work for her. Tonight, however, had been a little different than most laundry days. She had spent the previous night at work late, and had to get up early for school. So, instead of getting her clothes together right after class like she usually did, she decided to rest her eyes for a moment or so. Well, a moment or so turned into 4 hours, and when she woke up, it was night time. So, in a hurry, she put her dirty laundry in the basket, and plopped her detergent and box of fabric softener on top. She hauled the load down to the Washer After spending 3 years at Amingsdale, she had never done laundry so late, so as she walked toward the Washer, it was odd to see it so empty. Not noticing anyone at first, she pushed the door open with her back, accidentally knocking over the garbage can that had been propping it open. Managing to catch it with her foot, she awkwardly shifted the basket to her left hip, while she reached to pull the can back up with her right hand, setting it to the side. Pretty god reflex's for a girl who couldn't even shoot a basket ball properly. As she walked in, her hair tied up in a messy bun, wearing nothing but a blue tank top and pink rubber ducky pajama pants (she was doing laundry for a reason people), she glanced around the room for the open machines. It was then that she noticed that she wasn't alone. Nathaniel Richards was her companion for the evening... and as luck would have it, the only free machines were by him. So offering a friendly smile, she walked over to a table and set her basket down, casually glancing over at the boy. "Red sock," she pointed out rather vaguely. "With your whites." She had half a mind to just let it happen and watch him walk around with pink shirts and socks for the rest of the week. No, she wasn't that mean. |