In the morning I wake up and get my stuff, like I do every time we do this. I go take a shower and start to bake. That's what I do for a living, I bake. It's quite relaxing. An hour or two later he comes in and says. "Why do people even pay for your cakes? You should pay them for the food poisoning." "Why do people pay for your albums? Oh, wait. They don't." he looks at me like he's about to say something but instead he jumps up and down 3 times and stomps out. "You retard!" I scream and he laughs. I run to the oven and open it to see, the cake fell. I'm screaming at him in my French. A language I learned a while ago. He laughs and I throw some cake batter at him. When he screams I realize it's hot. I laugh and he goes to change his shirt. When he comes back he starts to watch one of his stupid television shows. "You're slow." I say "you're a man." He responds "that makes you gay." I retort "whatever." He says. Then there's a knock on the door. I run to open it, and my best friend Skylar comes in and says "honey I'm home!" I laugh and follow her to the living room, where she snatches the remote from Ed and turns on '16 and pregnant'. "Yes! O.M.G. Yes!" I say jumping over the couch and falling next to Skylar. "no! please go to your house with that." Ed screams and we laugh. "all for '16 and pregnant'" I say and we both raise our hands. "all for Ed's stupid show." Skylar says and he raises his hand. "You, my dear friend, have been out numbered." He rolls his eyes and walks to his room.
