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"Oh fuc—"
"Would you mind explaining to me why a boy slept here last night?" Mom demanded, standing center in the kitchen among the thrash of Kinsey cooking (I had to double look at that because I've never seen her cook and look happy doing it—I didn't fail to notice her newly vibrant appearance with pink streaks in her hair) and Bode and Tyler who were currently eating at the breakfast table, simply amused by what was about to go down with intrigued eyes.
I immediately scowled, "Um, not really. . ."
She scoffed in disbelief by my very discrediting answer. "I mean, you do realize I have to ground you now, right?"
"Why? We didn't do anything wrong!"
"You let a boy sleep over, without my permission, on top of LETTING A BOY SLEEP OVER! If this is some new teenage phase, I will not condone—"
"Oh. My. God, Mom! We just fell asleep watching a movie. That's all. Why don't you yell at Kins! She's the one that dyed her hair!" I sighed curtly, slinking in a chair besides Bode.
Mom gave me a hard look, not at all amused by my dodge. Kinsey scoffed, "Hey, I'm not the one that potentially lost my virginity last night."
I gulped. Mom gasped, "Kinsey! Bode still has ears."
Tyler started chuckling and Bode just merely rolled his eyes, "I'm not that young."
I quirked a brow at him, and then I looked at Mom, "You should ground him too. He probably googles a lot of stuff."
She did not seem happy by my implication. "Max, you know not to do stuff like that. I am a very up to date mom, and while I let you guys have your freedom and privacy, and while there's a fine line where I will allow you guys to do certain things that I'm not exactly keen on: this is not one of those things. So, Max, you're grounded. That's final."
"What the hell!" I groaned in shock.
Tyler snickered, "Should've just had him sneak out the window."
I rolled my eyes at him, "Oh, shut up." My attention soon diverted to Kinsey flipping pancakes and humming in a bubbly manner—Kinsey was not a bubbly person. "Okay, did Kinsey get possessed or something?"
"No," Kinsey said sourly at me before a newfound smile jutted on her lips, "I did, however, get a good nights sleep and I woke up at like five in the morning, and, this is the result." She began throwing plates together and stacking pancakes and eggs on each of them before she offered each plate to us.
"Smells delicious," Mom hummed as she sipped idly on her coffee.
"Have a seat," Kins told mom as she put dishes away in the sink.
"Ugh, bacon me please," Bode finally groaned as he slammed his fork and knife on the table, trying to enthuse his energy like Thor.
"Does this mean you picked a drawing for the application?" Mom realized with a wide smile as Kins sent her a brief smile. Mom pulled out her application with a proud look on her face. "That's fantastic! I can take it to the post office tomorrow morning."
