dirty laundry {evander!}

[caden isaac hawks]

Caden had been living alone for exactly twenty-three days and it had been twenty-four since he'd done any laundry. He'd had every intention of walking down to the laundry room for the past week, as his shirts and underwear dwindled, but every time he'd ventured down, there had been large groups of people that didn't look very helpful, so he'd walked back. His roommate was pretty useless and did his own laundry like a loser, so Caden was stuck with dirty laundry piling up and a growing collection of souvenir shirts that he casually swiped from his store's back room.

Now, however, his last real shirt was wet and all he had was a big hawaiian shirt. His shorts were getting gross, too, and he really needed to get them cleaned. He was lucky to have Evander as a best friend, especially since he had a house with a washing machine that Caden's mother didn't live in and therefore couldn't bug him in. At the moment, he had a giant trashbag full of laundry slung haphazardly over his back while he slowly biked toward Evander's house. It wasn't too far, but carrying this much laundry was a problem and he was afraid that the bag would split.

He made it to Evander's with no problem, though, and it only took him about ten minutes. The wet shirt from earlier was stuffed into the bag and he was wearing a red shirt with yellow and pink hibiscus flowers splayed across it. It was unbuttoned and he was wearing nothing underneath, but that was not unusual for Caden. Evander wouldn't be alarmed.

Once to the driveway, Caden hopped off his bike and walked it to the side of the house, hiding it behind some bushes. It was a good neighborhood, but Caden had a pretty good bike. Some shitheaded kid might think it was a good idea to take it. Once the safety of his transportation was secured, he hoisted the garbage bag onto his back and made his way to the front door, banging out "another one bites the dust" instead of knocking.