Moving Wendy’s stuff

I guess it’s more important to get her comfortable in my room first as I reach the entrance father appears “so John, you sure you want to do this?” He asks.

“Wait you heard that father? How much did you hear!?”

“Eh almost everything but I don’t know if it’s a great idea Tabitha is coming later and she hates the young miss”

“Father I have to do this she’s basically my only friend” I decided to put my foot down on this. I don’t care how I’m punished Wendy is more important.

“Alright but we’ll have to talk later when you come home”

Wait is he … proud? What?! I thought he would be furious why is he proud?! I’ll just have to ask him later. I grab a few suitcases and load them in my Honda, never liked fancy cars, besides I bought this with my first pay check more sentimental I guess.

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A few hours later

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Wow she has a nice house. Well kept but a bit messy and there was nothing in the fridge, Jesus what conditions was she living in? I hurry home. When I arrive I yell “ hey Wendy, come bring your stuff up I didn’t have much time so I only brought your clothes and hygiene products!” Before she shows up I start to approach father