Sam and Colby: The House

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"Jake!" I yelled.

                "What?" he called.

                "Kitchen! Now!"

                I heard his footsteps above me as he made his way downstairs into the kitchen, where I was standing with my arms crossed.       

                "What did I do now?" Jake sighed.

                "I love the video you posted last week. I really do. And I knew that moving into the 'traphouse returns' house would be chaotic and a little wild. I know that you guys are a little messy, and that's okay," I said.

                "Uh...okay?" Jake said.

                "Does it smell weird in here to you, Jake?" I asked.

                "Um, no," he said. I sighed.

                "Sam!" I yelled.

                "Nessa!" he yelled back from the living room.

                "Come to the kitchen, would you?" I asked.

                "What's u—dude, what the fuck is that smell?" Sam asked, lifting the top of his shirt up to cover his nose as he walked in.

                I pointed down at the ground to the small orange thing barely poking out from under our fridge.

                "There is a dead goldfish under our fridge," I said.

                "That's fucking disgusting!" Sam said. "Dude, would it kill you to try more normal videos or at least film them outside?"

                "Okay, Sam, not all of us have as many subs as you do, okay? This video alone got me 3k more subscribers and it hasn't even been a week yet. Plus PetSmart wants to sponsor me now," said Jake.

                "Yeah, cause you bought half of the fish in the damn store!" Sam exclaimed.

                "Mom! Tell him it was at least sort of a cool idea!" Jake whined, looking back over at me.

                "An indoor aquarium prank is a cool concept, I'll give you that. But buying 600 fish and putting them all around the kitchen in their little plastic bags from the pet store was not a cool thing. Good idea, bad execution. Especially when we were bringing the dogs home so they were extra excited," I said.

                Last week, Jake had bought a fuck ton of fish and put them all around the kitchen while the rest of us were out on a lunch date. Tara had been too sick to go out, so Jake didn't want to come and seventh wheel with us. Instead, he spent almost $2,000 dollars on goldfish and beta fish to put all over the kitchen. Pumpkin and Navi were both at the vet and Kiwi was getting a haircut and we picked them up on the way home. We walked inside and saw all the fish, which was followed by a lot of loud yelling and laughing. It riled the dogs up a lot, and they started running around and popping the bags that the fish were in. I'd filled up the sink and plugged the drain while everyone else picked up the fish as quickly as they could to put them back into water, but we were only able to save about half of them because of how many there were.

                I'd asked Jake what he was planning on doing with the fish after the prank was over. He said he was going to put them into the pond we had in our backyard.

We'd only lived in the house for a few weeks. The other girls had moved in too, and we'd been talking about putting some Koi fish in the backyard pond. I'd had to explain to Jake that little pet goldfish and beta fish needed to live in a very controlled and regulated tank and would die almost immediately if they were just thrown into a pond.