Two weeks later...
"Where the fuck is it?" I mutter to myself a bit too loudly as I scavenge around my room.
"Language!" Michael yells from the bathroom.
"Who are you? Captain America?" Jonathon mocks as he walks past my room, a cup of much needed coffee in hand.
"I have the ass for it." Michael retaliates, walking out of the bathroom rather smugly.
"Ew ew ew!" I whine and immediately close the door on them.
"Now, where the fuck is it?" I mutter quieter than previously.
After five minutes of futile searching, realisation hits me.
"JACKSONNNNNN!" I scream in frustration before rushing out of my room.
"Is it too late to return them?" Jonathon sighs resentfully while taking it as his cue to disappear downstairs.
"Jackson, where the hell is my hair dryer?" I interrogate him as soon as I step into his room, dripping water all over the floor.
"Hey! I can't believe that just because you've managed to misplace one of your possessions you'd immediately blame me! Your own brother! I can't beli-" Jackson proceeds to protest against my accusations while turning around in his desk chair to face me.
"Jackson, I can literally see it on your bed." I cut him off while pointing to my hair dryer which was indeed lying on Jackson's bed.
"Oh." He replies looking in the direction of his bed.
"Well...when did that get there?" He acts dumb making me even more frustrated.
"Remind me again why a 15 year old male such as yourself constantly steals from his younger sister." I huff while walking over to his bed to grab my hair dryer .
"I'm 20 you idiot." He rolls his eyes at me.
"And yet you're still here." I give him a fake smile and he gives me a dirty look.
"Yah! Why are you so mean recently!" He whines and pouts at me.
"Late adolescence." I shrug and reply before leaving his room.
Less annoyed, I return to my room and spend the next half an hour taming my disgusting hair. Flicking my newly pressed hair behind me, I put on my black leather jacket over my plain white tee before picking up my phone which was spammed full of texts by Yugyeom.
iMessage
Stranger Danger🕺🏻I'm omw. How bout you?
Yo I just got here. Are you nearby?
Maya are you lost?
Maya!!!
Hello?!?!
Great. And now you're dead.
Calm your tits boi
I'm too pretty to die 🙃Thank fuck.
I thought I'd have to bury another friend
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Remember Me
Fanfiction•memory• /ˈmɛm(ə)ri/ noun 1. the faculty by which the mind stores and remembers information. 2. something remembered from the past. Inspired by @acrylicjeon