A story that surely will drive you crazy!
• Please be aware that some of the characters in the story are purely products of my imagination.
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Someone leaned heavily against the door, and then...
*LOUD THUD
"Ouchhhh"
"What on earth?!! Rosie! It's barely dawn. What's all this commotion about?" I asked, irritation creeping into my voice.
"Ouchhiee"
Really, Jennie? You already know the answer, so why ask such a pointless question?! Ugh! I chastised myself internally.
"Don't assume, Wifey, that I'm here for the same old reason! Ouchhhh! Why didn't you lock your door?!" The blonde girl stood up, wincing in pain.
"As if it's my fault! You're just being clumsy! Ughhhh! I love you, Hubby, you know that damn well! But you're disrupting my precious sleep!" I grumbled.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah, Wifey. I love you too. But sometimes you're so oblivious! Goodness! Don't tell me you've forgotten your 'We're having breakfast tomorrow at the new branch of PLB's Resto, girls. 7 sharp!' plan." She mimicked my words from yesterday with uncanny accuracy.
I had indeed informed them of my plan to have breakfast together and then go shopping. It was meant to kick off our one-week bonding session before the academic year began, especially since we had spent our entire vacation with our families.
"Oh shit!" I slapped my forehead, realizing I had forgotten my own plan.
Well done, Jennie, well done!
"Look at the time! It's already 7:45! Get moving! I'll be waiting for you downstairs," the blonde girl declared.
Without further protest, as if I had any grounds to complain, right? I dragged myself out of bed and headed for a swift shower.
After what felt like an eternity in the shower — just kidding — I emerged at exactly 8 am. I descended the stairs to find the perpetually hungry chipmunk waiting.
"I thought we were supposed to have breakfast together?" I asked the ever-oblivious human cat that I am.
"I was starving and couldn't wait any longer. I got here at 7 am, but my dear wifey was still blissfully asleep as if she hadn't insisted yesterday that we arrive at PLB's Resto at 7 sharp. And yet, she still dared to be upset," she replied, barely catching her breath.
I rolled my eyes, "Alright, alright, it's my fault. Let's get going, they're waiting for us!" I said, tugging the still-hungry chipmunk from her seat.
AT PLB's RESTO
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