Lol jk. I hate carrots.
Goodnight to all the peeps who are going to bed!
Spencer Cassidy, a twenty-two year old Irish guy, walked into his apartment in Manhattan. He was very obviously hyper.
"Honey I'm home!" He called out in a singsong voice as he shut the door behind him. His roommate and best friend, Tobias Forde, came out looking disgruntled.
"I hate you," He muttered, "always so hyper." Spencer smirked.
"Up all night writing again? I told you not to."
Toby pushed past him into the small kitchen, where the coffee pot was. It was empty.
"You drank all that coffee, didn't you?" Toby asked Spencer, who just shrugged.
"You can make more. You're a big boy Tobes. I'ma go get the mail!"
Toby watched Spencer dart back out the door and turned to make more coffee.
A few minutes later, Spencer came back with the mail. It was mostly ads, but then there was a letter, addressed to both of them. Toby frowned when he saw both their names.
"I thought they only did that for married people."
Spencer shrugged and ripped the envelope open. He looked at the letter and gave it to Toby. He read through it quickly.
"What does it say?" Spencer asked. He was dyslexic, so Toby summarized for him. By the end of it, they were both smiling.
"We should start packing then." Spencer said happily.
This is my ship. They're precious.
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