“I need to move the fuck out of my parents’ house,” Steve said.
“Yeah, your parents are nuts.”
“Maybe we can find an apartment together.”
“How are your parents nuts?” Michael asked Steve.
“According to my dad, I can’t move out,” Steve said. “The reason is because I can’t cook, clean, or do laundry. When I was looking for a job, my dad blindly assumed that I wouldn’t be able to keep it.”
“Your dad sounds like an asshole.”
“My mom’s just as bad. When I was sixteen, my mom would come into my room, just to check up on me. Recently, I caught my mother opening my mail and she denied it.”
“That’s a felony. You can press charges.”
“I’d rather just move out. It’ll be easier.”
“It’s up to you.”
“So, what are you doing, Michael?”
“I want to write stories for a living,” Michael said. “But according to my mom, I’ll never make it as a writer. My best option is to get a part-time job.”
“No kidding,” Shelly said. “Mom told me the same thing when I told her I wanted join the military.”
“Is it just me, or are most parents of our generation douche bags?” Sarah asked. “Steve’s parents are control freaks, Michael and Shelly mother keeps discouraging them from getting anywhere in life, and my parents kicked me out for being gay.”
“Well, I have a great relationship with my parents,” Melody said.
“That’s good, at least.”