You're not going crazy. Crazy people don't think they're going crazy. They think they're becoming saner. -Mr Lock

"Kinakabahan ako... ikaw mag-ring ng doorbell..."
so i did, smirking slightly. i could only take her so far. she'd have to do the rest.
the help let us in. he appeared, fresh from a shower. i smirked again, and looked around. cool place. top floor, too. he led us to his room where we fiddled around with his comp a bit. i got a glimpse of his stash of files *ahem*. then he put on a movie. we were already laughing just at the opening credits. all hail the moose and llama!
we paused for lunch. sitting down at the table, we took notice of a plate with huge bananas on it. she looked at me. we laughed.
when he was finally done eating, we continued the movie. i let myself a few more laughs with them, then left. i wasnt so sure if that was really a good idea. but i figured if they were really gonna talk, they'd need me out of the way. so... it really was up to her. them.
i texted them though:
to her - behave!
to him - just wanted you to know that i refuse to have a stepmom.
stopped by a gas station and burned a bit of cash, then proceeded to my destination. she greeted me at the door. and instead of my usual smirk, i smiled.