My mother kissed me on the head as she grabbed her purse from the kitchen table.
"Your Father and I are going to visit your grandparents," she said. "We'll see you in a couple hours. Be safe, y/n."
"Bye," I replied.
...
The coronavirus had been getting quite bad. The economy was dying, and so was the educational system. Tomorrow was my first day of online classes, and I wasn't looking forward to it. Why couldn't we just cancel school altogether?
Everything about this was stupid. The virus wasn't even that deadly. Surely, this would all be over in a month.
Or so I thought.
...
I sat in my room, mindlessly scrolling through Tiktok. My parents had left the house just under an hour ago, meaning they were already at my grandma's.
I put my phone down and looked in the mirror. My hair was slightly oily, and pulled into a high pony. There was a bit of mascara on my eyelid, but I was too lazy to fix it. I sighed as I flopped down on my bed.
God, these next few weeks are going to be so boring, I thought. I'm gonna miss seeing everyone.
Suddenly, I heard a knock at the front door. Who the fuck is that? I thought to myself. Slowly, I waddled to the front of the house and opened the door.
"Hey, erm— I'm so sorry. I accidentally ran into your mailbox," said the boy standing in front of me.
He was of an average height, with a flushed complexion, and messy brown hair. Around the age of sixteen, maybe? Cute, but not exactly what I'd call my type.
I stuck my head outside to see that the mailbox had been completely crushed into the ground. Parked next to it was a shiny, expensive looking Lamborghini.
"I can see that," I replied. He looked back at me, uncomfortably. "I'm not exactly sure what to do. Do you think I should call my parents?"
"Probably," he replied. "I'd like to pay for it."
I muttered "daddy's money" under my breath as I pulled my phone out.
"Well, actually it's my money," he said. I cut him off with a glare. "But yeah, I should probably shut up cause I kind of fucked up your mailbox..."
I FaceTimed my mom and she picked up quickly. "Hi, honey. Everything okay?"
"Yeah," I replied. "Everything's great." Without warning, I flipped the camera around to show her the damage.
"Oh shit," she said. "I liked that mailbox."
"Would you like to talk to the perpetrator?" I asked. She nodded, and I handed my phone to the boy.
"Hey... sorry about all this," he said to my mom. "But I'd like to pay for it."
"I appreciate that," she replied. "Would you mind staying with y/n for an hour or two, until I can get home to sort this out? She doesn't bite, I promise." I glared at him.
"Uh— sure," said the boy.
"Great," said Mom. "Y/n, be nice to this poor boy."
"Okay, Mother," I replied through gritted teeth. "See you soon."
She ended the call, and I was left, staring into the eyes of the boy. "I suppose I have to let you in, now."
He shrugged. "I can sit outside if you want..."
"No, I can't let you do that," I replied. "If my mom came back and saw you outside by yourself, she'd kill me." I opened the door to let him in.
He stepped inside and closed the door behind him. Awkwardly, he turned around to face me, and held out his hand. "I'm Zach," he said.
"Well... Zach," I replied. "Corona's a thing, remember? That's unsanitary."
"Oh, sorry," he said. "No fever, I promise."
"Better safe than sorry..."
Suddenly, a high pitched alarm sounded from every electric device in the house. Panicked, Zach and I both pulled out our phones. There was a notification:
⚠️MANDATORY QUARANTINE⚠️
Anyone found outside of their house will be arrested. COVID-19 threat has become severe.
