OOoooooh

I want this sooo much
Just
this whole inventory





Your parents were coming, so "will you
go to your room"

but my door wouldn't stay shut and I kept making noises
despite removing my shoes etc. Then

"can you, uhm, come make them breakfast" Confrontation!
"Iiii didn't want you locked up in here, I don't know, they just
said so"

and I made it: An egg beater omelet in little flat rounds
and a pizza slice
-shaped hunk

of brownie with butter, nuked a bit, oozing. Your dad liked it.
Your mom was blond, long haired, and smoking. You said your family
didn't want to deal with me but I talked for awhile
then left

It was my house, my parents's
friend