Back inside

Grey woke up sitting against the wall outside, the bass resting in his lap. Getting up he stretched and let out the satisfied groan that dad’s make when they get up. Peaking inside he saw nobody.

“Great, just cus he’s stoned he can’t be told we’re leaving” he muttered. “Or maybe they just went back to their rooms.”

Walking back inside Grey grabbed a fork and began eating the pie he found in the oven, waiting for someone to come back down. While waiting he watched a documentary about whales on his phone (which he found conveniently in his pocket). After a little while Dillon came downstairs, apologizing for taking so long.

“You’re fine bro” Grey called, a mouth full of pie muffling his words partially. “What’s up with everyone? All the evil twins gone?”