FIFTEEN

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by vhgguv

2:45 PM : July 30, 2023

I put on a robe and start to blow dry my hair. I can hear Jack laughing in the other room. Assuming, it's because of Family Guy I walk out quickly to see the scene.

"What's so funny?" I ask Jack whilst I'm walking about of the bathroom.

To give you an idea of what this looks like, I'm gonna tell you what the house looks like real quick. The door is paint white, kind of rustic-looking since some of the paint is chipped off. Right when you walk inside the door, the kitchen is to your right. In front of the kitchen island is the living room. The T.V is on a stand, pressed against the wall. I have a tan couch with white pillows on it and two blankets. Of course, I have more blankets in a closet somewhere but that's not really the point. There is another couch to the left of it and they are connected by their corners. In front of the two couches is a coffee table with a little container on it which holds two books. "The Summer I Turned Pretty" and "The Crown." From the front door, looking down is a hallway with three rooms. The first room all the way down is my bathroom. Then to the right is my bedroom and the left is a guest bedroom. My bathroom and room are connected. Finally, to the far left, facing from the front door, is the backyard with a see-through sliding door and a big dining room table, pretty tall. And it also has a fooseball table. Okay, now that we're done with that, let's get back to the story, shall we?

"Oh, just Stewie," Jack says, still laughing his ass off.

"Yeah, Stewie is pretty funny, I'm still blow-drying my hair, be done in a bit!" I call out to Jack who is starting intently at the T.V.

"Yeah, no proble-" he starts, then looks at me.

"Something wrong?" I ask, very confused.

'Nope, nothing, nothing at all," he says, then slowly turns his head back to the T.V.

Well that was fucking weird. Oh, oh. It's cause I'm in a robe, isn't it? Childish guy.

3:14 PM : July 30, 2023

After blow-drying my hair, I change into my clothes and head out into the living room and sit next to Jack who's eating cheetos.

"I don't even know why I have chips, I don't really like them that much," I say, facing Jack.

"Really? I love chips! Especially cheetos," he says.

"Oh, I can tell,"