My blood approves

Since he had cooked, that usually meant that I would do the dishes, but he helped me out tonight. He had just started doing his homework when I decided that a nice long, hot shower was in order. But when I went into the bathroom, the hamper was overflowing, and we were completely out of clean towels. Milo had tons of homework, and he actually planned on doing it, so I offered to go to the laundromat. I loaded up as much clothes as I could into three massive laundry bags, and then made the excruciating trek the block and a half down to the laundromat. The superintendent kept promising he’d put one in the basement of the building, but he’d yet to follow through.

I filled four washers with clothes (the maximum amount allotted to one person), then settled back in the hard plastic chairs to watch clothes spin around for an hour. I had just started doing a quiz in Cosmo (“Are You Pleasing Your Man in Bed?” — the perfect quiz for a single virgin) when my pocket started to vibrate. When I’d been making supper with Milo, it had been rather loud, and I thought I’d be more inclined to notice a vibrate than a ring, and I’d forgotten to switch it back.

What are you doing? Jack text messaged me.

Laundry. That one little word could never encompass the monumental hassle that laundry was. It would probably be easier if I did it more than once a month, but if it was easier, I would probably do it more often. It was a vicious cycle, really.

Wanna do something? Jack replied.

Naturally he wanted to do something. I was wearing a pair of drawstring sweats, a faded Darkwing Duck tee shirt with an unzipped navy blue hoodie, my make up was completely worn off, and my hair was pulled back in a pony tail. Of course he’d want to see me when I looked like that.

I’m already doing something. Laundry at the laundromat. And I will be until the end of time. I text messaged him back.

Luckily for you, I have that long. Care if I join you?

Sure, why not? As I’d fervently pointed out to Milo, I wasn’t sexually attracted to Jack, so what did I care if he saw me looking like this? It was his brother, who hated my guts, that I wanted to impress, and I didn’t stand a chance of doing that anyway.

Cool. I’ll be there in a few.

Do you even know where it’s at? I waited ten minutes for him to reply to that, but then I realized that he was already on his way. Somehow, he’d know where I was at, just like he knew my apartment number without me telling him.

He just knew everything, and it was flippin’ irritating.

The bell chimed above the laundromat door a few minutes later, and I didn’t even have to look up to know it was Jack. There was an Indian girl a few seats down from me, and she gasped when he came in. Fortunately, the laundromat was mostly deserted, so there wouldn’t be very many people to annoy me with their Jack-gawking.

“Hey, there.” Jack plopped on the seat next to me, wearing a Space Invaders hoodie and a pair of Dickies shorts. His sandy hair looked crazier than normal, and he smiled brightly at me.

“How did you know where I was at?” My tone had long since stopped being accusatory. When I asked him things, I was just curious and mildly amused, and always expecting no answer. Talking to him was more like talking to myself.

“You told me where you were.” He looked at me like I was an idiot, which was somehow flattering.

“No, I didn’t. I said I was at a laundromat. There’s like a million in this city,” I explained.

“This one is the closest to your house, and you don’t drive.” His response surprised me because it actually made sense. There was nothing odd or vaguely psychic about it. He turned to watch the washing machines and crossed his legs underneath him, apparently settling in for the long haul. “You know we have washers and dryers at my house.”

“I’m not at your house,” I said, instead of commenting on his plural use of washer and dryer. Knowing them, they probably had one for every room, like the bathrooms and fireplaces and balconies.

“You could’ve asked to come over and do laundry,” Jack offered. “Mae was really taken with you.”

“I really enjoyed her, too.” That was all I was going to say on that subject.

The last thing I wanted to do was talk to Jack about Peter. It felt wrong somehow to admit any attraction to him to Jack, especially since he clearly despised me.

“That doesn’t explain how you knew where my house was.”

“Why would it? Mae liking you has nothing to do with where you live.”

“No, I mean, do you always know where I’m at?” I looked up at him, and he shook his head.

“I’m not psychic,” he replied.

“What about when you took me home that first night? I was sleeping in the car. How did you know where I lived?”

“Jane told me.” He kept looking straight ahead, and I wondered when he would grow tired of my constant stream of questions. I knew that normal friends didn’t just continuously interrogate each other like this, but normal friends didn’t act like Jack.