A cold, windy day. Best for staying indoors.
Zhayn, a 21 year old boy, hugged his dog by the fireplace, sustaining any heat flowing through his body. "Let the dog go, it needs its space!" His mother said. Zhayn, oblivious to any form of sound surrounding him, blankly stares at the fire, "Didn't you hear me?" His mother said.
In the blink of an eye, the flame went out.
"Ugh, I worked hard on that," Zhayn nagged,"I can't believe it just went out!"
"No," his mother said,"no you didn't. It ignites by itself."
"But I had to get up, walk, breathe, endure the cold on my way and don't you dare forget. I turned the knob."
"You lazy son of a ...!"
"Son of a ...? What exactly were you going to say?"
Convieniently for his mother, there was a sudden knocking at the door.
"Get the door!" His mother said.
"Ugh, do I have to?" He said tiredly
"Do you want to cook dinner?!"
"Fine!" Zhayn dragged, picking up the dog, "Who's there?"
Opening the door, Zhayn leaps back.
"Hey, Zhayn." Danii shouted.
"Shut up!" Zhayn said loudly.
"Why?" Danii asked.
"Because someone was TRYING to sleep!" Said a loud voice from the upstairs bedroom."Now go home! I don't think I can stand to be around you!"
"B-B-But." He uttered
"Just don't touch my stuff!" It replied, loudly, revealing a young lady, named Arylyn, she was Zhayn's older sister and the leader of a military group called 'The Delta Team.'
"Why so?" He TRIED to say sophisticatedly (is this even a word?).
"Because you break things," Zhayn and Arylyn chorused, "ALOT."
"Really?" He asked.
"A cornucopia of them." Zhayn replied.
"Don't say that, you know I have," he shuddered, "hippo-"
"Hippopotamonstrosisquippidaliophobia." Zhayn said, finishing his sentence.
"Shhhhhh!" Danii shuddered. "So, anyway, can I borro-"
"Nooooooo!" Zhayn relplied, "Not after you owe me this much!"
