Jordan smiled at Kylie
through the small window beside her front door, decked out in painting supplies. Kylie tried to suppress her smile, and
gestured to the mail slot in the door. Jordan put down everything in his arms,
and squatted down, lifting his side of the flap and peering inside.
“If you think that I am
letting you into my house with all of that, you have clearly lost your mind.”
“Come on, Ky. You want to get that room done, don’t you? If you don’t let me in now, it will never get
done.”
Kylie considered her options
for a moment. Jordan had a point. Kylie wasn’t exactly a poster child for
productivity, or getting things done in a timely manner. And Jordan had come prepared to work.
She locked eyes with Jordan through the mail slot. “Do you promise that you will paint the
study, and only the study, in the manner that I will instruct you?”
For just a second, there was
an evil little glint in Jordan’s eyes, but as quickly as it came, it went. “Yes, I promise.”
Kylie decided to give him
the benefit of the doubt despite all her better judgments. She stood up, and
heard Jordan collecting all his equipment on the door side. Kylie pulled the door open, and Jordan
stepped across the threshold. He took a
deep breath, and let it out in a happy sigh.
“I’m going to regret this,
huh?” Kylie closed her eyes as she
imagined the inevitable.
“Probably.” Jordan shrugged,
and headed up the stairs.
The first line of this story was legally stolen from my dear friend Gwen. See what she did with the line I gave her today, and see what she originally wrote for this starting line tomorrow over at http://apprenticenevermaster.wordpress.com/. <3
The first line of this story was legally stolen from my dear friend Gwen. See what she did with the line I gave her today, and see what she originally wrote for this starting line tomorrow over at http://apprenticenevermaster.wordpress.com/. <3
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