Milo’s house. Can it get anymore suburb. I feel like I’m watching that scene in “Harry Potter” when they show all the houses are the same. People come on a little creativity please? I don’t need to enjoy the same layout twenty times in a row.

Great, Milo’s mom answers the door. Fat and ugly is her name. No, I never took the time to remember, no ask her name. She didn’t like me so why should I pay any attention. But of course, she knows mine.

“Hayden…”, she says in a disappointed tone,”Sorry, Milo’s not here.”

“Um, are you sure?”, I say, “Cause his light is on.”

“My mistake,” she says astonished by the fact that I could see, “Milo! It’s Hayden!”

Few steps later.

“Hayden… hi.”

“Hey, how’s your neck?”

“Um what?”

“You know, from being strangled in this house.”

“Right, it’s fine.”

“So what’s this I hear about you and Kirsten?”

“You heard about that?”

“Uh, yeah I did.”

“Um, look let’s go outside.”

“Yeah, your gonna need some air flow to explain this one.”