The Culo House
Janet was woken up by the sound of rain hitting the sliding glass door. She had a pounding headache. Devin was lying on top of her, snoring lightly into her hair. Janet looked at the clock. It read 6:14 am. She tapped her boyfriend's giant shoulder, waking him up.
He yawned and smacked his lips over top of her. "Good morning, Tall girl," He said, looking down at her. "Get up. I have to get upstairs." Devin got off of her, and the couch stretched and put his clothes on.
"It's always raining in Seattle," Devin said, watching the cold dark sky. "I don't wanna kick you out, babe, but I didn't mean to fall asleep down here," Janet explained while putting her clothes back on.
"No problem, Tall girl, I'll be seeing you." Devin hugged her and stepped out into the rain. Janet noticed the beige couch was soaked from last night.
'Don't know how I'm going to hide that.' Janet thought as she put on her glasses. Before she walked up the steps, she saw a security camera in the top corner of the room.
She remembered that one time when she was sixteen, their basement got broken into, and her father, Carl, placed a camera in the basement. Luckily the red light that meant it was recording wasn't flashing.
Janet walked up the stairs that lead to the living room. She yawned and rubbed her eyes under her glasses. She checked her phone; the brightness of it straining her eyes due to the house's darkness.
Janet stepped around the carpet, barefoot towards the kitchen. The dirty dishes from the Chinese food they had last night still needed to be washed. She made herself a coffee and finished off the plates. She took a sip of her sugary drink and walked over to the living room couch.
Janet set her coffee on the table. Turning on the news and staring at her phone, laidback on the couch. A knock at the door took her out of her trace. She turned down the tv and walked to the door. "Who is it?" Janet asked.
"Hey Sal, It's Thomas. Thomas Roth." Janet immediately opened the door halfway. Her coach was wearing a green raincoat with a hat over the top.
"Janet?" Thomas said, looking up at her.
"Do I sound like my mother that much?" Janet asked herself rhetorically.
"Can I come in?" He shouted over the thunder. She could see he was freezing.
"Sure." She opened the door all the way and let him in.
"You can put your coat on the rack, next to the welcome mat."
"Thanks," Thomas put his soaked coat away and wiped his boots on the mat.
"Geez. You're soaked; let me get you a towel." Janet said, closing the door behind.
"What's that smell?"
"Oh, I just made some coffee. You want some?"
"Sure," Thomas said.
"Okay, but you should take those wet shoes and socks off. I'll turn up the heat." Janet said, walking upstairs. Thomas was a bit surprised by his student's niceness as he took off his wet clothes, leaving him barefoot and only wearing a long black tee-shirt on top.
Janet came back downstairs with a small blue towel. "Head's up." She said, tossing the towel in his direction while she went to the kitchen. "Thanks again." Thomas sat down on the couch, drying his hair.
Janet came back with a cup of hot coffee and handed it to Thomas. "So what's up, coach?" Janet asked, sitting next to him and sipping her coffee. Thomas took a big sip of the coffee, some of it hitting the bottom of his auburn mustache. "Can I-"
She cut him off, "You've got a little something on your face."
Thomas used the towel resting on his neck, and he wiped his upper lip.
"So, what were you saying?" Janet asked, leaning back on the couch and turning off the tv. "Can I speak to your mother?" Thomas asked.
"Sorry, coach, you can't interrupt her beauty sleep." Janet joked.
"What do you want to talk about?"
"I can't tell you," Thomas said
"Why not?" Janet asked.
"It's private."
"Is it about yesterday? Is that why you walked here in the rain on a Saturday at six in the morning?"
"Yes. Well, yes and no." Thomas said.
"So, what is it?" Janet asked, sitting up.