— So, Emma, what are your plans for the weekend? — Jake asked, cuddling on the couch, the TV showing some random series.
— Me? — Emma tilted her head. — I didn’t even think about it! Do you have something in mind? 🤔
— Well, my parents are coming to town! I thought maybe we could cook dinner together, and you can finally meet my mom and little sister. We’ve been trying to visit them for a month, but it never works out. Now they’re coming to us! 🎄🍽️
— Why not?! — Emma shrugged. — When did you find out they were coming?
— Literally just now! Kristina texted me. They’re coming for the holidays and to do some shopping.
— Okay, let’s do it! I don’t mind! — Emma yawned. 😴
— But Emma, the apartment has to be spotless! My mom loves when everything is perfect — no dust, no mess, nothing at all! 🧹✨
Emma raised an eyebrow.
— Are you saying I’m messy or lazy? — she asked, confused. — Our place is always clean!
— No, no, I didn’t mean that! I just want the apartment to be perfect before they arrive, so no one has any doubts!
— Jake, our apartment is always clean! We both work, cook, and keep things in order. I’m not going to polish the floors like crazy just because your mom is coming. End of story! 😤
— Why are you so nervous? I just want to make a good impression!
— Listen, Jake, do you even like me?
— What kind of question is that? Of course I do! You’re the only one for me! 💛
— Then that’s enough. I’m not going to pretend to be someone I’m not. We have a home, food, jobs, and an apartment. What else is needed?
Jake smiled awkwardly.
— Well… the apartment is yours!
— Doesn’t matter! You live here too, so it counts! Forget it, Jake, let’s drop this topic.
The next two days were a whirlwind. Saturday arrived, and Jake’s parents and little sister were expected any minute. Jake was anxious — his mother, Melanie, was notoriously strict.
Friday evening, after work, Jake nudged Emma again.
— Emma, let’s eat quickly and then clean!
— Why? — Emma raised an eyebrow. — Everything is fine. Tomorrow morning I’ll dust and mop.
— No, now! A full deep clean! Every corner must shine! 🧼
— Jake, are you scared of your mom? — Emma smirked.
— No! I just… imagine her finding a speck of dust or a misplaced dish. She’s a tyrant in disguise!
— So what? I don’t care! I’ll clean my way, and I’m not pretending to be someone else. Better to be real than fake. 💪
— Sorry, Emma. I just… I can’t control my nerves.
The next morning, Emma began cleaning in her usual rhythm. Jake buzzed around, fussing. Things escalated when he insisted she scrub the radiators — which she rarely did.
— Jake, seriously! Use the cloth yourself! I’m not your servant! 😡
— Emma, don’t yell!
— And stop whining! I’m handling the cleaning, you just… stay out of it!
Finally, everything was done. Spotless as always.
— When are they arriving? — Emma asked.
— In about forty minutes. They’ll shop first, then come straight here.
— Wait… are they staying overnight? 😳
— Yeah! Mom and Kristina on the couch, Dad somewhere else.
Emma shook her head, displeased.
Right before their arrival, Jake asked her a favor:
— Emma, please don’t get mad…
— What now? — she snapped. — Another problem?
— I told them it’s a rented apartment…
— What?! You’re insane! This is my apartment! My parents gave it to me! 😤
— I know, but just play along, please!
— No! I won’t lie for you. I don’t trust anyone after this. And honestly… after everything, I’m not marrying you. Forget about the apartment too! Pack up and leave! 🚪💔
Jake was stunned.
— Emma, I love you!
— Doesn’t matter! You surprised me enough to last a lifetime. Goodbye, Jake.
At that moment, the doorbell rang. Emma ignored it. Jake had to leave with his things, and Emma changed the locks to be safe.
After that, whenever Jake tried to speak to her, Emma acted like she didn’t know him. One month later, he came by:
— Emma, it’s me! Please, open the door!
— Go away! Don’t come near, or I call the police! 🚫👮
— I brought the keys!
— Keep them! I changed the locks!
Emma had learned her lesson — never trust someone who pushes you to lie and manipulates you. 💪🔥
