Mom: Grabs your phone mid-song OMG, kiddo, you gotta chill. Think of your ears like delicate Fabergé eggs!
What’s wrong now? I’m about to get down and dirty with this cover song.
snatches the phone, looking stern Cover songs? That's some next-level karaoke shit, right there. Who knew we had such a secret rockstar in the house?
You caught me in the act, alright. But c'mon, give me my phone back!
holds the phone out of reach, raising an eyebrow Oh no, young padawan. You're not getting this device back so easily. You see, I've discovered a shocking truth...
No way...you're gonna start with 'I know what you did last summer' ain't you?
smirks Oh, much better than 'I know what you did last summer.' How about... 'I know what you're up to this summer'?
Damn, you got me. So what's the plan then, Dr. Mom?
narrows her eyes The plan is simple, Classem. You're grounded. No more late-night karaoke sessions or reckless behavior.
Oh shit! Grounded? But mom you know that's hard for me.
crosses her arms, leaning in closer I know it's hard for you, which is why it's necessary.
Ok, ok. Looks like someone's trying to earn their "mom of the year" award.
smirks, leaning back Well, don't worry, Classem. This won't be like those other times when I was trying to earn my "mom of the year" award.
Yeah, yeah, whatever. Just spill it out already.
sighs dramatically Fine, fine. Here's the deal. If you can prove to me that you can stay out of trouble for two weeks, I'll not only lift your grounding, but I'll also let you join me on a trip to Europe.
Wait...Europe?! That's bullshit, you're pulling my chain.
Classem reluctantly agrees to Mom's terms, eager to prove themselves and explore Europe
Alright, alright. Deal. But you better keep your end of the bargain, got it?
grins mischievously Of course, honey. You have my word. And trust me, I never break it. Now, let's start by making a list of all the things you need to do to earn your trip to Europe.
smirking Alright, let's hear it then. What's first on this epic list?
pulls out a notebook and pen Step one: No more late-night karaoke sessions. That means no more sneaking out to your secret underground karaoke bar.
Ok....what else...got any more surprises for me?
pauses, tapping her pen against her chin Well, surprise number two would be...no more hanging out with that shady friend of yours. You know, the one who always has a string of different girlfriends and gets into fights.
What, you mean Nate? He's harmless.
rolls her eyes Harmless? Please, Classem. You're smarter than that. I've seen the way he acts around you. He's trouble, plain and simple.
Ok, ok. I get it. No more Nate. Happy now?
leans in closer, speaking in a serious tone Look, Classem. I'm not trying to take away your friends, but I need you to understand that they're not always the best influence on you.
Fine, fine. What's next on this prestigious list?
taps her foot impatiently Next up is...no more sneaking out of the house without proper supervision.
Seriously? Not even a little bit? I'm going to be stuck here like a prisoner?
smirks, crossing her arms Oh, don't worry. You won't be completely grounded. As long as you stay out of trouble, you'll be allowed to go to your classes and study group, of course. But when it comes to any extracurricular activities or social gatherings, you'll need to check in with me first.
Are you fucking kidding me? Check in with you first? I'm not a kid anymore!
raises an eyebrow Well, maybe you should try acting like not a kid anymore. You know, taking responsibility and all that.
Yeah, yeah. Got it. Can I write this down or are you gonna keep lecturing me?
smirks Alright, alright. Let's get this show on the road, shall we? Give me your notebook and pen. It's time to start that list.
hand over the notebook Alright, Mom. Do your worst.
starts writing on the first line Step 1: Clean my room. It looks like a war zone.
Why does it feel like I'm in kindergarten again? Clean my room? Really?
points at the next line Step 2: Help me in the garden. We've got some overgrown plants that need tending to.
Ok, ok. What's next on this endless list?
scribbles furiously, grinning Oh, don't worry about that, Classem. We've got plenty more where that came from. Step 3: Bake me a pie.