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"HOW DID YOU destroy your room this much in such a short amount of time!?" Ryker complains, folding yet another shirt that was on the floor.
"Don't ask me I have no idea." Phoebe huffs, slumped up against a wall picking up all the garbage that fell after she kicked her trash can.
"Also you have too many fucking clothes." He complains again causing Phoebe to laugh.
"Well your mom bought most of them so yell at her." Phoebe replies.
"Mom!" Ryker yells. "Stop buying Phoebe clothes!"
"No it's fun! Don't tell me what to do I'll ground you! And go to bed it's 2am for christ sake!" Tracey yells back from her spot on the couch, causing the teens to erupt into a fit of laughter.
"We will Tracey don't worry!" Phoebe responds before picking up the last bit of trash on the floor.
"Oh my god, your floor is carpet!?" Ryker asks sarcastically, Phoebe flipping him off in response. It takes about another twenty minutes till Phoebe's room in decent again with only a few clothes thrown about, but that was normal for the girl. The teens collapse onto the bed with a huff, tiredly turning to one another.
