Locked!

Locked.

Why the fuck is their room locked? They never lock their room, which I learned the hard way when I walked in on Jeff having some "personal time" not that long ago. Gross. Still, something seems fishy about this whole scenario. Something tells me this is part of some weird prank or whatever that my brothers cooked up.

On the bright side, it seems like they aren't home to gawk at me, since one of them would have probably heard me turn the knob and would have opened the door by now to oogle and joke over my naked body. But of course this also means I currently have no access to any clothes in this house. And to make it worse, I have no of changing that until either my mom or brothers come home. I would call a friend to bring me clothes, but unlike my free spirited friends from college, I know my friends from around here would never let me live that down. My mom, being the old Luddite that she is, still hasn't gotten herself a cell phone yet, otherwise I'd try calling her as well. So here I am, stuck buck naked until someone else in the family comes home and gets me clothes. I only hope that that person is Mom, who'd probably just have a good laugh.

Defeated, I figured I might as well stop stressing too much at this point and go watch Netflix or something. I walked back to my room, locked the door, and fell onto my bed. I debated getting under the covers for additional coverage, but decided it's just too fucking hot for that nonsense. Besides, my door is locked so it's not like anyone's coming in anyway. I clicked on the TV, opened Netflix, and resumed watching the sitcom I've been binging on for the past week.

After a couple episodes, I heard the garage opening, signaling that someone's home. Hopefully whoever it is I can just yell at through my door to get me clothes without having to reveal myself to them.