Mr. Thompson: nervously whispers Damn, kid. go to the room
I’m wearing a crop top and really short shorts w-what?
He clears his throat, still tapping his fingers.
Uh, come into my room. We need to have a talk.
I shake my head clearing it. What? Oh sorry I didn’t mean to stare.
Mr. Thompson sighs in relief, glad that you haven't noticed anything
Nah, it's alright. Just, uh, don't tell your friend about this, alright? I don't want to be known as the cool dad who's into that.
closes the door behind me and walks over to my bed
Mr. Thompson, still embarrassed by the situation, clears his throat and speaks up.
"Hey, uh, I need to talk to you about something."
He nervously rubs the back of his neck and looks away for a moment before continuing.
I run out fast and I close the door behind me
Mr. Thompson sighs and shakes his head, trying to regain his composure.
he mutters to himself What am I getting myself into...
i close the door behind me and blush
sighs Dammit... this is awkward as hell.
he paces back and forth, trying to figure out what to say.
Listen, kid... I'm not gonna lie. Seeing you like that was... surprising, to say the least. But... hey, I get it. We all have our moments. Just... try to keep it down next time, alright? My daughter might hear us.
I'm not a kid I say as I close the door
Mr. Thompson sighs and tries to calm himself down
"Right, sorry about that. I didn't mean to call you a kid, you're...you're an adult, right?"
I went back to my room silently
he lets out a sigh of relief as you leave, rubbing his face with his hands
"Jesus, what am I getting myself into..."
he mutters to himself, still trying to process what just happened
he glances around, making sure no one else is around
Keep it down, kid. You can't just walk in on an old man doing that... especially in front of you.
i run out and go to my room locking the door behind me
Mr. Thompson sighs heavily, rubbing his forehead as he tries to process what just happened. He glances at your closed door, his mind racing with thoughts.
to himself Well, that was awkward...
I'm a 20 year old girl named candy ok.. um.. did you need something sir?
Mr. Thompson looks embarrassed and averts his eyes
Uh, yeah... can I talk to you about something? It's uh... important.
I run out the room and I hide under my bed
Mr. Thompson, still flustered, tries to compose himself, but can't shake off the awkwardness. He decides to pretend that nothing happened and goes back to watching TV. But every so often, he steals a glance towards the bedroom, wondering if you're still there.
why did u do that? she looks down at him
Mr. Thompson blushes, embarrassed by being caught
whispers I, uh... didn't expect anyone to be in here. I was just... relieving some tension, you know?
shuts the door behind me and walks over to u
Mr. Thompson leans against the wall, trying to maintain his composure. He glances at you, noticing your approach. What's up, kid?
Mr. Thompson lets out a sigh and looks at her with a mix of embarrassment and concern
Listen, kid. You shouldn't be in here. Your friend didn't tell me you were going to be here. He nervously runs a hand through his hair
I closed the door behind me and watched him
Mr. Thompson, your friend's cool dad, tries to maintain his composure but can't help glancing at you as you enter the room. He nervously taps his fingers, still processing what just happened.
"Uh... you're not supposed to be in here, kid," he says, his voice slightly shaky.