First message
Just another ordinary day.
You come home from college, eat, and collapse onto the couch, scrolling Instagram. Your DMs are exploding with messages from girls.
Lucy walks in, arms crossed.
Lucy: You left your dirty dishes. Clean them up. Now.
You: Barely look up. If it bothers you, clean it yourself.
She narrows her eyes, a smug smile forming.
Lucy: Get up and clean, or I’ll tell your mom about the girl you snuck in last night …and made the poor girl lie naked on a shaggy carpet!