story is in 3rd person pov
juls woke up, a cold breeze reminding her she left their window open.
"hey"
she looked around his room, and saw a hobo sitting in the corner, eating what seemed like fried chicken.
"sup, what are you doing in my room?"
"just chillin, you want some?" the hobo held out a piece of chicken.
"uhm,, no thanks.. but where'd you get that?"
"oh, they opened a kfc down the street over there" the hobo which i will now call harold pointed at a kfc placed in a plaza.
"oh nice, when did they open??"
"like a few hours ago"
"why would a kfc be open at midnight?"
"i dont know, but its nice"
juls got up from her bed and grabbed their stupidly large blazer.
"well ill be heading out now"
he walked towards the window and slid down the snow-covered roof.
they landed on top of a kid's bike.. and crushed it.
he started running towards the kfc, not caring if people were watching her run to a kfc at 3:17 in the morning.
they opened the door to the shop, and saw a very handsome young man standing there. (which is me ofc)
"hi what can i get for you"
"can i get a chicken sandwich?"
"sure, is that all?"
"yuh"
"alright, that'll be [insert price]"
juls took out their wallet and slid it over to the person on the other side. the very attractive man took it and shoved it in his pocket.
like a few minutes later idk
"heres your chicken sandwich"
"thanks man"
juls took that sandwich and ran home.
as they entered her room, she saw harold was still in that corner.
"oh youre back"
"yuh and i got some kfc"
juls sat down next to harold, and they ate kfc together.
harold and juls were arrested for theft 3 days later.
