She opened the door without knocking. “Oop–looks like you were a little occupied,” she laughed while I grabbed my shorts from my ankles. “No need for modesty,” she said, pushing a small remote control. The four walls of my hovel fell, revealing an entire stadium of people laughing as a video of the interruption played on loop. The crowd started a chant for more as my landlord handed me an eviction notice for perversion. We both looked at the camera pointed towards my bed as our theme song began to play.
Keegan Shepherd 