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TW: Alcohol Abuse.
IF WE KNEW THAT SLATER would turn into some soft boy if he ever got a pet, then we would've bought him one sooner. The day we found the cat underneath that dumpster and Slater taking it under his care for Normani he never gave it back. Kalle and I face-timed him to talk for a bit only to find that the cat was happily laying on his bedspread while he did his homework.
He found out it was a girl by looking under there and named her Nutella. Why? I have absolutely no idea but it seems like Slater's got himself a new best friend. Am I jealous to be somewhat replaced by a cat? Yes, yes I am.
"If you're jealous of the cat, Kay, just tell him and I'm sure he'll take some time to put you on his bedspread," Kalle yells from the kitchen.
Did I say that out loud? Shit.
"So much for dirty jokes being bad, huh?"
A very unladylike noise comes out of her mouth as she heard that response. She was currently raiding my pantry of its donuts completely unaware that Logan and I ate it all and Mom hasn't made her grocery run yet.
As if on cue, my phone dings, and Kalle asks if it was hers but I simply ignore her.
Drill Sergeant: I don't think I can make it back in time for the Friday grocery run, can you cover it, please? Also, pick up your brother from his friend's house at around 7-8, love you!
Mom works as a translator for a company with many business partnerships with other countries, so she's constantly traveling with them since she can speak six languages that are found useful with that company.
Despite being busy most of the time, she makes time for us. Compared to my father, she does more for Logan and me than he ever did but who'd want to bring up that shit? Not me.
"Who was it?" Kalle walks in the living room with a donut in hand and my mouth's probably gaping right now but where the fuck did she find a donut? We're out, I made sure of it. Logan did too.
"Don't act like you don't know your mom has a secret stash just for me," she says while taking a big bite out of it. "Now, who was that?"
My beloved mother is a traitor. "It was my mom. You up for a trip to neverland?"
"With you? Always."
Thirty minutes later, we've got a full cart and we've got at least five holes in our backs from glares we received while walking through the aisles. It's not a secret that we're the pranksters of the town. We've probably pranked most of the people here at the store, hell, we've probably wrecked this place while we pranked.
Our history with the town hasn't been too good but they get over it. Mr. Wilbur next door even tried turning as to hitmen. That man once asked us to go to Mr. Putty's house and egg him because he apparently stole his third wife from him but we rejected the offer.
