Hooray for fitting in to this teenage life. Oh shit, but I hate it so much. I don’t understand why I have to play a fake figure for hours to be called a “regular” teenager. The only thing I like to play is Mario Kart, but then that gets boring after an hour.
Wow! My best fri— Kenzies brother, Stiles, is like addicted to them, along with Everett. Everett dedicates his free time to video games, although I’m not any better, during the school year I dedicate free time to studying and organizing notes.
I won’t and if I do, I’ll text you. I’m pretty good at it now.
Okay, good! You’re getting closer to being a typical teenager. Just gotta get you wasted and you gotta sit your ass on the couch for long hours playing video games.
Of course, I am. Sounds good, I’ll go get that right now and don’t worry about it, it’s on me. I found a stash of cash in my room while I was exploring and I don’t know what else to waste it on, so it’s no biggie.
Okay, okay yeah— that sounds good. Don’t get lost or anything.
More coffee coming right up if it is okay that I stop by and say hi to my daughter for a moment.
Kyle actually volunteered to get some coffee, but I wouldn’t mind you coming over anyways, although the place is kind of a mess.
I can walk to the coffee shop, if you tell me what you want.
You are the best. I can settle for just a simple iced coffee with a shot of french vanilla. I can even give you the money for it.
Notes are everywhere. I have no clue what is what— all I know is that I need more coffee.