Zandar: A Narrative Fiction
I wake up at ten am and I go down to the kitchen to see Zandar sitting at the counter.
“ Hey Z what are you doing here?”
“ It's your birthday bitch, i came here to celebrate with you.”
“Love you to dick. I forgot about that, I hate my birthday.”
“ Yeah don't you always”
“ Good point. So did u get anything for me?”
“Chill your nuts and give me some time.”
“ Fine….” i say in an unsatisfied tone of voice.
We walk out of the kitchen and into the living room. I was expecting my present from Zandar to be there, but there was nothing. He just body slammed the coach and turned on the television. He started watching WWE Raw, which he knew i hated because it wasn't real wrestling.
“ Hey dick, shouldn't the birthday girl pick what to watch?”
“ Hey Z what are you doing here?”
“ It's your birthday bitch, i came here to celebrate with you.”
“Love you to dick. I forgot about that, I hate my birthday.”
“ Yeah don't you always”
“ Good point. So did u get anything for me?”
“Chill your nuts and give me some time.”
“ Fine….” i say in an unsatisfied tone of voice.
We walk out of the kitchen and into the living room. I was expecting my present from Zandar to be there, but there was nothing. He just body slammed the coach and turned on the television. He started watching WWE Raw, which he knew i hated because it wasn't real wrestling.
“ Hey dick, shouldn't the birthday girl pick what to watch?”