Dinner with the family!

A soft snort of your own wakes you up. It seems you had fallen asleep during your little rest. You yawn and stretch every part of your body as far as you can, after which you turn your attention to the alarm clock on your nightstand. It's almost six. You quickly push yourself up into a seated position with a very minor panic. You haven't started dinner, you haven't checked how good of a job Paul had done cleaning after your mess, you're not even dressed yet!

You shuffle to the edge of your bed and hop to your feet. You hurry your way into the bathroom to put on your sweatpants and grab your shirt, pulling the latter over your head as you go downstairs. Your eyes first dart over the table. No signs of sex there. You check the floor, which is also squeaky clean. It appears your neighbour is no stranger to cleaning. Heck, you might even be able to pass this off as your own work, tidying up the house. The only thing you still need to turn off, is the television, however, since you wouldn't want your parents to come home to a paused screen of a porn movie. With a click of the remote, all signs of naughty business have been erased. Almost all of them. The only sign that remains won't become apperant untill several weeks from now. A sigh of relief escapes your lips, before you begin cooking.

You're still busy in the kitchen when your parents come home. You all have your usual chats, about how their day was, how your day was. You tell them nothing of what really happened, of course. You only tell them you've been watching tv and that you've done a bit of cleaning. Your parents let you go up to your room once everyone's plate is empty. Since you already cleaned the house, they were going to do the dishes. You thank them and head up to your room. You've still got an entire evening and night ahead of you and you're thinking of what to do.