D.I.Y is hard (Open)

Faye slid her feet around the carpet as she danced to the music blasting from her laptop. She been at the mansion for a month and she’d only just gotten around to sorting her room out. The two single beds as well as one of the desks had been dismantled and taken up to the loft by a group of willing ‘volunteers’ that morning and her new furniture had been brought up half an hour ago.

The new furniture consisted of two bedside cabinets and a new double bed that she’d seen last week in a shop in downtown Manhattan. As soon as she had seen the bed with its square oak frame with sculpted insets she knew she had to have it even though it cost more than her monthly allowance but that was a problem for when her parents got her card bill at the end of the month so she pushed it to the back of her mind.
For now there was a slightly more pressing problem to be dealt with if she wanted to not have to sleep on the floor tonight; The bed shop had omminted the fact that the bed wouldn’t come made. It was in bits, apparently that was the ‘thing’ now. DIY they called it giggle, Do it yourself sssh smutty brain this was serious business.

Right, Disco break over. Time to do some work, or find someone to do it yourself . Hmmm good point brain. She took a look outside, Damn empty corridor apart from that double mattress you just left blocking it Never mind that now, the mattress is fine where it is for a bit, its not like anyone seems to be in this afternoon.

“Ok, so I should take the bits out of the cardboard boxes first then see what we’ve got? Yeah that makes sense”

Five minutes and load of ripped carboard thrown through the her open doorway into the hall Faye was confronted with a pile of wood and bits oh look there’s also screws in bags AND screws in bags.

“Soooooooo, disco break?” No Faye you had this hours disco break Oh yeah… “TMZ break?” Sure, don’t know why you asking yourself permission though

An hour of online gossip later Faye looked over her shoulder, The pile of bed pieces was still there. “Why is this so hard” she pouted.

Do you want me to think of another excuse not to start working on it? Yes please brain Ok, your…… thirsty? yeah thirsty.
Need to keep your fluids up

“Now that you mention it I could go for some lemonade" Faye left her room only to be confronted with a pile of cardboard "OMG! The cardboard is still here! Wtf! Now I’m going to die of dehydration. Why does this always happen to me.”

Ok, OK. Lets just build the bed then we can be finished. That’s reasonable sweetie?
"Ok. Do the bed. Just make the bed. Out of wood." she sighed, resigned to her fate.

Half an hour later and a chipped nail Faye had managed to sort the bits into separate piles and was trying to make sense of the instructions.

"Why the f#%ck are they in Chinese! This is America. Bed instructions should be in American!" she let out a little scream of bottled rage.
Um, sweetie. Don’t mean to bother you but have you looked at the other side?
Other side? Don’t be stupid brain. Both sides where in "oh, this sides in English. Swish I win"

It still didn’t make much sense to Faye. It was technical and had pictures and words like “insert pin E into sprocket 7” Hehe, ‘insert’ Dammit brain! Stop being smutty! This is the last time I’ll tell you.

“Why is this soooo complicated” .

She needed help and she needed it badly.