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I woke up by the sound of the noises coming down from the kitchen. Obviously it's Louis again. How can he not understand the meaning of he can't cook.
My dog Lucky was always being babysitted by Louis. I guess they did go along after all.
I have no idea why it was named Lucky, Marge thought of that in the last minute, i blame her. I should've gotten a female dog.
Well i got Louis.
Ha Kidding.
"What part do you not understand in 'you can't cook'?" I asked the moment I saw him in the kitchen.
"I wasn't cooking, i was hungry, plus there isn't any food left"
"Impossible, I just went shopping three weeks ago."
"Three? Three weeks?? You've got to be kidding Des. Have you forgotten you live with me too?"
"no, you live with me" i correct
"im the real owner here."
"No, Mr.Tharson sold this house to me, currently."
"He never asked the permission fom me then"
"Then let's set this in the court shall we?"
"No!" he yelled too harshly which made me raise my brow on him "I mean, i cant.. go bac- Let's not talk about this, how about we go buy groceries instead.."
"fine" i huffed "But you should share the expenses since this is your home right?"
"Whatever." he rolled his eyes.
Great, now im spending my Sunday going shopping again, with Louis! I should've sworn i bought alot the last time. It was already enough for me in a month. Until Louis came. Ugh
Right after cursing Louis in my mind i finally decided to go in his car. Great just Great. Riding in a stranger's car. Going shopping, ugh disgusting.
"You look crazy." he commented. Gee, shouldn't he be focusing on the road instead.
"What?" i questioned
"i said you looked crazy" he shrugged as if it's a normal thing to say. "I mean i saw you mumbling stuff to yourself in a really angry expression...it's funny, it's crazy"
"Well i wouldn't be doing that if i wasn't here, stuck in a car with a stranger who finished all my food i recently bought and now i end up going shopping with this stranger who says im crazy"
"Will you stop calling me a stranger?"
"What do you expect me to call you? Uncle Louis? Cousin Louis? Grandpa Louis? Daddy Louis?" i said and he kept laughing at the last part. "Oh hell no, you are so disgusting!"
"Uhm you should call me the last one instead" he chuckled
"You're so disgusting!" i cringed
"Whatever don't flatter yourself you aren't my type"
"What the crazy type?"
"No, the Smithie type" he grinned and parked the car. Oh great. We're back to Smithie and we're here. This is where hell starts. I should've made him be the only one to buy them since he finished half of my groceries last time.
I started getting the cart since Louis just went ahead of me. Great, now im the one who's pushing the cart.
I thought he would be following but i guess not, he headed the other direction anyways.
Maybe i should head for the breakfast first.
As i was about to place the frozen meat, it was replaced by some bottles of wine and liquor. Of course it's Louis.
