So that image was....let's say Marcos private area. He had started changing, but looked at me when he heard me shriek.
"What the hell?!? Why are you even changing in the living room! Ever heard of a bathroom?"
He smirked and wiggled his eyebrows up and down, causing his......no, this was too much for my innocent eyes. I turned away from his excited buddy (yes it was excited, only God knows why) and headed towards the tv. I grabbed the remote and sat down on the couch. Bam. There was no couch.
"Owwww" I complained, as I rubbed my behind. Marcos looked my way and laughed. This was no laughing matter. This was a crisis. Oh my poor buttocks. Just then I remembered that when I woke up, the couch was over me, not in front of the tv. I slapped myself and went to the kitchen.
"It smells good" I said, breathing in the fresh arouma of bacon and eggs.
"Oh hi. I was just making breakfast" said Malik happily. Again, I just remembered he was obsessed with bacon. What was up with me today? I was really slow. I left the kitchen and entered the living room again, not knowing what to do or where to go.
"Wait a second, this is not a hotel, so why is everyone sleeping here?" I asked no one. I went upstairs to my parents bedroom, only to find an even worse image. Worse than Marcos buddy. It was a couple, male and female, lying there naked, pressed against each other. I stared awkwardly, wanting to move, but my legs wouldn't cooperate. Finally, I dragged myself out of there, shaking my head in disgust.
"Ok, everyone needs to get out right now!!!" I screamed, hoping everyone could hear me from the second floor. Then I realized.
"Wait never mind. Leave after you have cleaned this dump up" I smiled at my wise words and headed to my room to check my Kik messages. 5.
