{ Splatoon } My Colorful Life

After That Fiasco...

{Isabelle's POV}
"Hi, mom. I'm home." My mom looked at me, and noticed how beat up I was. The thing with Orlaith really messed me up. "I'm exhausted. What's for dinner?" My mom opened the oven and pulled out a casserole. "Noice," I said.
As I was eating, my mom asked me some really weird questions. "Why are you so beat up? Where'd Nathan go?" Of course, I had to lie on the first question. "The turf war today was harsh. And Nathan had to go home early." I didn't lie on the second answer, though. Nathan told me he was kinda sore from the encounter with Orlaith, and that he should go home. I don't blame him. If you fell from a height of about 10-15 feet, you would probably be pretty sore all over. "I'm going to bed now. I'm more tired than usual. Night, mom," I said. My mom replied, "Good night, sweetheart."
As I got to my room, I flopped onto my bed and picked up my phone. There was a text from Nathan saying,
Hey, Isabelle. I can hardly type the word 'cheese'.
Same old Nathan. I wonder what he's doing right now.

{Nathan's POV}
"I'm home..." I said as I sluggishly walked into my house. My mom was on the couch watching her usual soap operas. "Welcome home, Nathan. You're all beat up. Turf wars rough today?" I (carefully) nodded in agreement. "They were so intense, I can hardly move now." My mom turned back to her soap operas and said, "All right, honey. Just go get some rest and you'll be fine." I looked around the house. "...Where's Dad?" I asked. My mom glanced back at me and said, "He went out. He won't be back until about 3." Thank goodness. Dad would probably freak out if he saw me battered up and sore like this.
I fell face first onto my bed and grabbed my phone. I got a reply text from Isabelle, saying
What type of cheese hides horses? I'll be awaiting your answer.
Easy. Mascarpone. I shot her the answer, and since I was too tired, too sore, and too confused to do anything else, I just decided to go to bed.
Goodnight.