Spring Cleaning(Madison)

Madison had been out at the lake, not that it was anyone’s business. He had gotten up early because he couldn’t stand being in his room any longer. There were too many things that he couldn’t throw away cluttering his room and suffocating him. It was a lose-lose situation, but one he couldn’t escape. Sometimes he found shelter in the common area, but Oriel seemed to be hanging around there more and more lately, starved for attention like some little puppy dog. How was Madison supposed to keep his man to hand relationship strong when Oriel insisted on watching? Little creep.

Something new was starting to happen in his writing. The stories tended to circle around a Spanish Prince with long hair and large, sparkling eyes. He was a total asshole though, and nobody liked him. Nobody wanted to be his friend, and everyone pretty much wanted to humiliate him as much as possible. Madison laughed to himself as words flourished the page, but just because he was writing, didn’t mean it was a good story.

Giving up in frustration, Madison closed his writing notebook and went to the comic he was working on instead. A little chibi version of the Spanish Prince adorned the cubes and boxes, and Madison was probably having more fun than was really necessarily while putting the little character through all kinds of horrors, including showing up in class naked. Now there was a thought... Of course the chibi was already small, so, his body parts were small too. How embarrassing.

Once he deemed his work done, he headed back to the school. Lately, he hadn’t been wearing his fake glasses; someone had said he looked better without them. Unlocking his dorm room, Madison ducked his head, making a beeline for his room, but stopped in his tracks in the middle of the hall. Someone was in his room. And what had been in the kitchen?

Backtracking, Madison opened the bags and just stared. Was that his old shoebox in a trash bag? He reached in and plucked out an old newspaper clipping that looked like it had been eaten away by termites. But that was the article he was saving for his next big story! All of this was enough to upset Mr. Bane, but the next bag had to have his collection of insects. Madison set everything down before marching off to his room in a huff.

Bursting into his room, Madison couldn’t believe who was in it. Oriel was going to get a piece of his mind. “Are you happy now that you’ve completed your good deed of the day?” Madison asked, seething. “What the fuck is your problem? I didn’t ask you to be my maid! Those are my things out there, and they’re not garbage!”

Madison hadn't really experienced Oriel's room, nor did he want to. In fact, he didn't even stop to notice how Oriel always cleaned up after himself, and was generally a tidy roommate. It was Madison who left his shit everywhere, not literally, but his things were scattered about the common room like he owned the entire place. When is stuff was thrown out, he usually didn't notice, but today wasn't going to end that way.

Madison wasn't in the goddamn mood for this. He climbed onto his bed with only one intention in mind: getting Oriel out. Grabbing his roommate's wrists, Madison was all adrenaline as he attempted to tip the other boy off the bed. "You have no right to go through my things you piece of shit. Now get out, before I have to decide for you which one of your wrists I'm going to break first."

Everyone had their limits, and both boys had reached there. Apparently Oriel was keen on cleaning the mess from the source, which was obviously Madison himself.

Clearly Madison hadn't thought this through. The only thing that had been running through his mind was intruder alert. There was someone he didn't want in his room, clearly in his room. And what was more, was that Oriel was going through his things, his private things that Madison probably didn't want other people looking at. His stories, his drawings... What if Oriel had found something that vaguely resembled him and got the wrong idea? It was enough to make Madison's blood boil and he desperately wanted his privacy back.

"What's it matter to you bitch tits? Honestly, first you're keeping my pictures, now you're cleaning my room. Why are you even here at all? Obviously you came looking for me. What do you want?" This would be the last time Oriel had the fucking privilege of Madison speaking to him.

Letting go of the younger boy, Madison stumbled back until he reached the edge of the bed. That's when he jumped off and started to pick things up. But he wasn't helping Oriel, oh no, he was just finding things to use as projectiles. "Get, out!" He yelled, the first of many balled up socks rocketing towards Oriel's face. "Or should I throw my skeet blanket at you too?!"

Madison practically growled, and then began speaking while Oriel spoke. “I didn’t say you couldn’t keep the picture numb nuts! God...” But when his roommate hesitated over why he was here to begin with, Oriel had nothing to say. He crossed his spindly arms in front of him, not believing the lie for even a second. “So? It’s not yours to clean! Or does that not make any sense in your small mind?”

If Oriel had taken even half a second longer to glance at some of the drawings and sketches Madison had been working on lately, he might’ve noted a stark resemblance within the work.

“Fine!” Madison said, throwing his hands up in the air as he darted for his door. “I’m going to take a shit in your bed,” he said in a sing song voice. “Yup, that’s right,” he said, already in the hallway. This would be the last time he ever left his room unlocked. He hoped the stench would be enough to keep everyone out, but not Oriel. “I’m gonna shit all over it, and smear it into the mattress!” He was muttering to himself as he encroached on Oriel’s immaculate room. “Give him something to fucking clean...”

“Yes it does you pompous brat! Maybe I don’t own the walls, but the stuff in here is mine, so fuck you and your assumptions.” He spat. Goddamn, Oriel was beyond unbelievable. He was obnoxious, stupid, annoying, hilarious, good looking... But that didn’t excuse the other attributes! “Is this what you do on Sundays? Go around playing patrolman because you think you’re above everyone?” Fuck him.

Madison was in too much of a flurry to notice at first all the things that weren’t in Oriel’s room. In fact, it didn’t seem like his room at all. His dark eyes landed on the picture of Oriel he had drawn, and Madison couldn’t help but feel like Oriel was pathetic. Pathetic for having nothing better to do but harass. Pathetic in that out of everything he could’ve had in his room, he had pinned up a picture from his dick roommate. Madison would’ve felt sorry for him if he wasn’t so fucking mad at him instead.

Turning on his heel, Madison began walking towards Oriel, but changed his mind, going to his closet instead. “Hmm, I wonder what’s in here,” he said loudly, flinging the doors wide open. No mountain of things fell out, but Oriel had to keep his clothes somewhere. Had to have shoes at the bottom of the closet, had to have... something precious hidden behind the neatly piled jeans.

Madison started to take Oriel’s things and throw them haphazardly around the room. He didn’t say when he was shitting on the bed, oh no, that would just be the grand finale. Until then, Madison contented himself with making a mess out of what Oriel did have.

And if that didn’t bother him, hopefully when Madison drew out a permanent marker from his pocket and made for the wall, someone would stop him.

“I was keeping those cans for a project, asshole. Not that it’s any of your business.” Oriel continued to list the things in Madison’s room and steam was practically rolling out of his ears. “Wow, you have a spectacular memory! Bravo! What did you expect me to do when I got back? Jump for joy?”

Oriel didn’t seem too perturbed over his things being tossed around, which only served to piss Madison off further. “I thought you were cleaning my room like a good little housewife,” Madison said, feeling the life pour through him from the tips of his fingers, into the pen.

If Oriel were to simply stand back and watch, Madison was about to use the very white, clean, blank wall as a canvas for the largest scrotum drawing he had ever made. Complete with sacs and pubes, Madison was just about finished with it and stepped back from the wall, adding his own personal touch to it by making the drawing come to life. It lifted and sank as though it were on an ‘on’ ‘off’ cycle, and Madison felt a little better about his privacy being invaded.

“Now I’m going to shit on your bed,” Madison said, seeing as his bowels had finally had a movement. He didn’t care if Oriel watched or not as he whipped down his pants and squatted over the bed. This would teach the other kid a lesson he wouldn’t soon forget.

Everyone had a weakness, most people didn’t like having theirs exposed. Oriel had gone into Madison’s sanctuary and cleaned, and while most people would’ve been relieved, or felt even luck to have such a roommate, Madison was as quirky as they came. It was his stuff and no one had to see or touch it.

But Oriel didn’t care, so Madison didn’t care if he shat on Oriel’s bed. His revenge was almost completely, but before he do could do the doo doo, something hit him along his back, sending him sprawling onto the floor with his pants around his ankles. Madison turned around, on full display, glancing over at Oriel, who was holding a larger than life cock that was taller than he was.

Madison let out a laugh at the sight, digging in his fallen pants pocket for his phone. “Let’s hope you can find enough spice for that one before you put your dirty mouth all over it,” he said, snapping a picture and simultaneously trying to get his Superman boxers back on.