Anybody want a bunch of app text? Well too bad, that's what's happening.

You get back to your apartment with little fuss. This whole day has been an absolute blast. You should probably buy perks for other people more often if this is how it's going to work out! So far, you've experienced your first blowjob in a semi-public space from the hottest girl you've ever met, you gave said girl the orgasm of her life while blowing a load so hard you're pretty sure you came in her brain, and lastly but certainly not leastly, you've secured yourself a big tiddy goth girlfriend who's funny, smart, and adorable.

Face it, Jason, you just hit the motherfucking jackpot. If you suddenly woke up to find yourself still in bed, you wouldn't be surprised at all. But no, this seems real. Your life has just taken a massive turn for the amazing.

In any case, now that you're alone, you're taking a look at the app. It's been hours since you've seen it, and as much as your newfound addiction should worry you, you can't argue with the results. As soon as you pull it up, you're assaulted with a massive text box with dozens of notifications; which considering how the day has gone so far, doesn't surprise you. You clear them away and instead open up the front page of the app. As always, there's a list of several people, complete with mugshot, and per usual, Morgan is right below your profile. You open it up to see what's changed:

Lilian Morgan Lochridge - Age 19

Occupation - Courtesy Clerk/Student

Relationship - Taken! By you!

Likes - Rainy Days, Gothic Fashion, Tarot, Medieval Weaponry, Video Games, Jason Alejandro Ramirez

Dislikes - ****, Bigotry, Preachy People, Hot Weather, Shitty Customers

Affection: 100 (Made For Each Other)

Love: 68 (This One's A Keeper)

Lust: 23 (Just Had My Brains Fucked Right Out)

Wants - Get a Bra That Actually Fits, Get My Own Goddamn Car

Recent Interactions:

Want Fulfilled: See What Jason's Got Below the Belt

Love Gain: +10 (Hold Me Closer Tony Danza)

Lust Loss: -50 (Now That's What I Call Orgasms Vol. 2)

Alright! Fucking nailed it! And, to be honest, you feel the same way. Maybe it's the app, but Morgan is 100% a keeper. Not sure what the Danza reference is for, though. This app has a weird sense of humor.

You've still got some time before you need to leave for work, and as much as you'd like to check out Morgan's purchase page, something else has already caught your attention. When you back out to the front page, you recognize the face of Becky, the underwear store clerk, looking back at you. Curiosity gets the better of you, and you click on the image to find yourself at her profile.

Rebekah Ashley Kadelburg - Age 19

Occupation - Sales Clerk

Relationship - Single (And Hating It)

Likes - Coffee, Romance Novels, Law, Action Movies, Cats

Dislikes - Bigotry, Shitty Customers, Her Figure, Law, Her Height

Affection: 5 (That Guy in the Leather Jacket Seemed Nice)

Love: Not Unlocked

Lust: Not Unlocked

Wants - To Finally Blossom and Have Some Curves, To Get Into Law School, Check Out The New Keanu Reeves Movie

Recent Interactions:

Affection Gain: +10 (First Impression)

Affection Loss: -5 (Did They Just Do What I Think They Did?)

Interesting, and also embarrassing. Apparently someone did hear you in the dressing room. Thinking about it, it may be worth it to check what the app has to say about the people around you sometimes. It very well may give you some useful info.

Changing into your work clothes only takes you a few minutes, but just as you were thinking of firing Linda up and checking your most recent video's popularity, you hear a knock on your door.

"Hey Jason, do you have a minute?" sounds the unmistakable voice of your cousin Taylor from the other side of the door.

"Yeah, no prob," you answer as you move to open it. If you're being perfectly honest, you've kind of been avoiding her ever since the shower incident. As the door swings by you, you can see her standing there in a sweater and jeans with a look of exasperation on her face. Her shoulder length hair is tossed around her in stylish but unkempt tresses, which you're fairly sure takes her for more effort than the look suggests.

"Think we can talk about this in the front room?" she asks, her furrowed brow un-moving. Her tone of voice tells you that she's not in a great mood, not that it needed to; she's looking at you like you just shat in her favorite apple pie, and she's none to happy about it.

Well fuck. There goes your good mood.

"I'm going to start charging you for half of the rent," Taylor starts the conversation, as the two of you sit at the dining table in your front room.

You try your best not to be too upset at Taylor's request. To be honest with yourself, you saw something like this coming, ever since she took you in. It was only a matter of time before familial ties and pity couldn't overcome the economic realities of having an apartment in the suburbs.

"Taylor..." you begin in an even tone, only to be cut off.

"Jason, you've been living here for half a year now," she continues, unperturbed. It's almost like she's rehearsed this before. "It's obvious to me that you're not suffering from depression anymore. Not that I'd blame you, after what happened to your parents, but you're getting back on your feet, you're doing well at your job, and I've noticed you've started going out more often. With the inheritance and everything, I know you can afford to chip in for rent."

You sigh, and shrug your shoulders. "No, I guess you're right," you acquiesce. "How much is it?"

"Split down the middle, it's going to be 800 a month for the rent, and probably around 300 for utilities."

You do some quick math in your head. You think can just barely afford it, considering the stipend you're getting from the trust set up in your parent's name. The issue, then, is that after food expenses, it barely leaves you any cash for much else. A few weeks ago, that'd probably not be a problem, but now, you've got a girlfriend...

Well, there's nothing to be done for it. You're not an asshole, and she was letting you live here basically for free until now. It's the least you could do.

"I think I can do that," you decide. "I can handle that as it is, but I think I'll also ask for some more hours at work. It should be fine."

Taylor nods. "I'm sorry to be a bitch about this, but you can see where I'm coming from, right?"

"Yeah, totally. I can't expect to freeload forever, right?"

She moves over to you, and holds her arms out. "Still friends?"

"Yeah," you say as you give her a small friendly hug.

"Cool. I'm going to be in my room if you need me," she informs you, before breaking the embrace and heading off. Maybe it's just your imagination, but was she blushing? Probably just your imagination.

As soon as you hear her bedroom door close, it occurs to you that you could check Taylor's profile again. At the very least, it may give you some insight into her sudden change in temperament towards you. Not that you got along famously, or anything, but she's never mentioned rent before now. You pull out your phone and open her page.

Taylor Marie Holm

Age - 27

Occupation - Government Clerk

Relationship - Single

Likes - Living Alone, Yoga, "Dad Rock", Horror Movies, Huge Cocks

Dislikes - Having to Share an Apartment, Being Talked Down To, Romantic Comedies, Getting Ghosted

Affection: 15 (You're More Mature Than I Realized)

Love: (Not Unlocked)

Lust: (Not Unlocked)

Wants - Have Her Own Space, Get Laid By a Guy Who Specifically Isn't Related To Her

Recent Interactions

Affection Gain: +5 (You Agreed to Her Proposal)

Want Fulfilled: Get Jason to Actually Pay For Using Her Apartment

Well alright then! Good news; Taylor doesn't quite pity you as much as she used to, and her affection score is now a positive integer. Everything's working out just fine, you decide, as you push down the feelings of dread at having to fork over over a thousand dollars a month. It's not worth worrying about. That's one speed bump in what is increasingly looking like a bountiful streak of good luck.

You're uncharacteristically elated as you grab your apron off the counter and leave the apartment to go to work. Magic app in hand, you know that Jason Ramirez can take on the world!