Throwing a cell phone doesn't help

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Throwing a cell phone doesn’t help

“What the fudge?” I asked no one in particular staring at the room around me, broken glasses and plates, the carpet has green paint everywhere and the furniture is everywhere.

“hiiiii” someone says to my right. Slowly turning my head to the right, there stood Alec in his pink Lola Bunny shirt I bought him for his birthday last year as a joke, but Lola is not a bunny anymore. He turned her into a pirate the next day saying that ‘she needed spunk’.

“What happened last night?” I asked staring at him in confusion.

“OK let’s begin, last night we got slightly drunk, started a frisbee fight with the plates and when I told you to stop we started to fight and you threw me with your phone.” He said with a goofy grin on his cute face.

“I DID WHAT?” I yelled in panic. I can’t believe I did that.

“You went crazy lady on me” he states looking me in the eye.

“Is it ok?” I ask properly looking around.

“Yeah I’m fi-“ he started before i cut him off.

“Not you! My phone” I started looking frantically around.

“Ouch that hurt” he said putting a hand over his heart faking hurt.

“Yes! Found it” I exclaim. I started doing a strange moon walk type dance.

“OK now that that’s settled let talk this out.” I say going towards the sofa.

“hold on a sec.” Alec said disappearing towards his room. A moment later he comes out wearing a football helmet. “OK let’s talk”

I started laughing so hard that tears were streaming down my cheeks.

“Hey, this is for my own protection. You never know when you might go crazy lady again.” He states.

“Yeah, yeah pretty boy.” I said finally being able to control my laughing.

“Now where were we?” He said while making his way towards the couch.

“OK I’ll begin, I really don’t ......”

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