A Mess - part 1

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I opened the door to Shaina's room.

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"So, this is your room, huh?" I enter, looking around the area.

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Messy bed, chip wrappers on one corner, console controllers messy on the floor, and a dusty computer table.

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"Well this is quite unexpected." I commented.

"What? You expected a clean room, just because I'm a smart, and elegant girl?" (Shaina)

"Bold of you to call yourself that. But yes, I did expect that." (Josh)

"Well, sorry to burst your bubble, but I am zero percent a tidy person."

"Truly a way to break stereotypes... WAIT, HOLD ON!" I looked around earnestly.

"What? What is it?" Shaina asked in a slight panic.

"If your room is messy, then there's bound to be underwear lying around here, right?!"

"Are you that perverted to outright ask a girl about her placing her underwear anywhere?"

"Not really, but I'm willing to experience the feeling of finding one on the floor."

"Because of your perversion?"

"No! It's to fulfill my status as a male protagonist of this story!"

"At this point, I may just choose to think that those two are both your reasons for this."

"Well yes, but actually, no."

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I looked around, but I found nothing. I only found a closed drawer.

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"That's right. My drawer for clothes and all that other stuff is the only area I clean and fix in order." (Shaina)

"Wow. That's weird."

"Why?"

"Because, why not just clean the entire room?!"

"But it's too tiring!" Shaina lazily said while dropping herself into her bed.

"Truly, what a way to break anime tropes." I sat on a chair near the computer table.

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"So, what is this assignment, and why did you not tell me about it upon walking towards here?" I asked.

"I mean, you just followed me with no questions soo, I grabbed the opportunity to have you here without further explanation."

"Why avoid explaining?"

"I'm not avoiding explaining. You just didn't ask."

"So I'm the victim here."

"A dumb victim at that."

"Mischievous."

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Shaina got up and opened her bag.

She took out a notebook, and a pen.

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"So, Josh, how many "friends" do you have?"

"This is an interview?! Also, why would you ask someone questions like that?!"

"So, Josh, how many "friends" do you have?"

"Wha- Sigh.. Three or four?"

"Ever since you were a child, Josh."

"Do I have to count those ones who left me for their friend groups? And those ones that forgot our friendship?"

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