You looked at Jean. "You seem surprised." At this, Jean blinked. "No I-I'm happy for you, ___." Jean replied. "Alright," You nodded. "Let's go back to playing." You chose to go to the next level. "Jean, how many times do I have to save your--" Jean just killed a zombie that was sneaking up on you. ". . Butt. ." You finished, speechless. "Cat got your tounge, ___?" Jean smirked. "Shut up." You grunted, earning a laugh.
"Are you going already?" Marco asked. "Yes. It's already nine, Marco. I'll see you both tomorrow." You opened the door, your backpack on your shoulders. "Wait, ____, let me walk you home!" Jean offered, falling out of his seat. "Yeah, I need to go home anyway." Marco smiled. "Well. . Okay. ." You replied as Marco grabbed his book bag. "Great." Jean nodded, turning off the game. You all left the house, Jean locked the door.
"Here we are." You knocked on the door. Your mother answered it. "___! Oh, hi!" She grinned at Jean. (You had dropped Marco off, he was in Jean's neighborhood.) "Would you like a cookie?" Your mom asked Jean. "Oh, uh, sure." Jean replied, accepting the cookie handed to him. She also gave him a napkin. You mentally facepalmed. "Well, thank you, Mrs. ____." Jean smiled. "I should get going."
"Oh, alright." Your mom said kindly. "Bye, ___." Jean waved. You waved back, "Bye."
"___, did you have a good time?" She asked. "Yeah, mom." You gave a nod. "Good, good. Would you like to watch T.V.?" Your mom asked. "Supernatural?" You suggested. "Hmm. . Okay." Your mom nodded.
"No! Why?!" You yelled at the T.V.
You were obviously not happy with the episode.
