It's Your Turn, Michael.

Let's Get The Boy!

I was at home, trying on clothes.

'How's this one?' I thought. The SQUIP walked close to me, observing my outfit. 'I don't know how I feel about this one. Try a different pair of pants.' I sighed heavily at his words, pulling out a pair of khakis. I put them on instead of my jeans. 'Does THIS look better to you?' I thought somewhat in a sassy tone. The SQUIP circled around me, then stopped in front. 'Much.'

I huffed out loudly, grabbing my phone. 'I don't waant to call him! He's probably with Christine!' The SQUIP shook his head, shocking me a tad bit. Just enough to make me drop my phone. "Owch! The fuck?!" I yelled. 

'I said nothing about calling him yet. We need to get you more clothes that actually look half decent!' 

I gasped, "I take offense to that!" 

I got zapped.

'Stop talking out loud! You're going to cause your parents to come up here!' The SQUIP sighed heavily. I pouted, storming to my bed and flopping onto it. The SQUIP just kind of stared at me. 'What are you doing.' He asked, sounding highly uninterested. I shifted slightly, then sat up. 'We need to go get new clothes.. right?' I sigh, giving in. The SQUIP nodded. 'Let's get the boy!' The SQUIP smiled triumphantly. I followed with a frown.