After my fatass ate all of Y/N snacks we finally arrived at his house. (Unfortunately.)
The creepy old man bus driver that probably likes little children said "have a good weekend." As we got off at Y/N's stop
Is that irrelevant? No. But I hope he gets fired one day.
We crossed the road and started walking down his driveway.
He opened the door for me. I looked at him like an old lady looks at someone in a psych ward.
Y/N awkwardly smiled and then just walked inside without a word.
This mf actually thought I was gonna let him open the door for me.
Dumbass.
"I hope your bathroom gets nuked." I told Y/N
Why? Idk. Felt like it.
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