Living with Jack day 1

The next morning, Jack woke with a feeling that was... different than any other feeling he'd had that morning. Given how messed up he'd been the night before, it would probably take him a little while to realize it was because the house wasn't empty any more. there was a faint feminine smell from the next room, too, but if he went to check, he'd only find their beds pushed together, messed up, clothes scattered on the floor, but no girls.

The girls were running, jogging in perfect synch with one another, both listening to the same music, earbuds running from one girl to the other and down into the waistband of one of their running shorts. Each wore a different color sports bra, but it was no secret that every eye followed those two ponytails as they bounced down the road, showing back up at Jack's front door with a sheen of sweat covering their skin, smiles on their faces, a a weird, clipped language on their tongues, which would almost sound like Russian unless the listener actually spoke Russian... then it sounded like gibberish.