My room. Two words that explain a multitude of stupidity over the years. What was I thinking when I thought splattered paint looked cool? Or when I wanted a popcorn maker? A popcorn maker that only looks like it works, and is only a lamp.

“Are you sure that those initials are your parents?”, Devon yells over the radio.

“What?”, I yell.

“I said-”

“Hang on,”, I yell walking over to the radio to turn it down, “What?”

“I said, are you sure those initials are your parents?”

“I’m almost positive.”

“Yeah, but you’ve been sitting behind that same desk for how long now… two months?”

“So?”

“So, this is the first time you’ve noticed it?”

“Oh my God, you’re right.”

“Now…”

“What?”

“At the time when you saw this and it was your parents”, Devon says taking a gulp of her coke,”What made you so mad at Milo?”

“Because, it’s my rents dude, it’s gross. My day was messed up.”

“Oh please, I know you like Milo.”

“What? No I don’t.”, I say, “Can we stop talking about this?”

“Ok, but I’m not convinced.”