<sup>Blake picked up a shirt to pull on and then stopped scrunching his nose up. "ack..w hat the hell..."He lifted it to his nose and then pulled it away quickly. "Shwew.. christ that smells"he tossed it onto Coles bed. He then picked up another shirt, of course these were all on the floor between his and Coles bed because Blake was not the most clean guy.

That shirt was dirty as well. "What the hell do I do in these things..'He muttered.

"Roll around in crap all day.."his brother quipped up as he picked up Blakes shirts from his bed and tossed them at Blake and then sat plopped down onto his bed. "Keep your dirty clothes off my bed."

Blake rolled his eyes and made a mocking face at him.

"I Saw that.. " he gave Blake a look. "Why dont you do your laundry.."

"Cause..'He said.

"Hmm.." Cole got up and without another word walked out.

"Why dont you do your laundry..'he said as the door closed. "I dont know... "He looked at his clothes agian, he really should. Sighing he finally started picking clothes up and throwing them in his bag hed brought them in with.

When it was full he headed out, he debated on getting Cole, Cole always did his laundry but he hadnt told him where he was going and Blake had the distinct feeling that Cole wanted him to do his own laundry.

Blake pulled the bag of dirty clothes to the laundry mat. He seriously hated doing laundry, his brother was always the one to do the laundry, not him.

Sighing he rubbed the back of his neck and glanced at the wash machines. "arlight.."He said, as he looked down at his bag and then realized he had no soap or anything. His brows furrowed and his blue gray eyes looked like they were filled with concentration on how he was going to go about this.

Looking around quickly he thought maybe some would be laying around. Didnt they have like soap boxes or something. A quick grin came to his lips as he saw a soap box and he headed over, though there was barely a cup inside.

"Great..."he muttered. "now what the hell am I suppopse to do"he crossed his arms over his chest. He had never been to a laundry mat before. Serioulsy he wished his brother were around, but he couldnt find him he was probably off in the woods somewhere.

Blake walked back over towards his clothes and he leaned against the washer. Maybe if he waited around a little bit, someone would come in and lend him some soap.</sup>