With his belly stuffed, and mind occupied with thoughts about the dinner, John took a longer drive than usual to get home. It was a good thing that the roads were so empty since John drove even worse than he had when he left his home earlier that day. He gave a deep sigh and tapped his fingers as he thought about the events that took place at Belly Busters. Anthony had left his dreams in Japan to somehow get a position at this new restaurant. After all this time that Mark and him thought that Anthony was half way across the world, he was only 20 minutes away from where they lived. How was he gonna – SCREECH!!!!
A black mini-cooper made an illegal turn and almost collided with John’s car. The driver of the red corvette shouted, “Watch where you’re going asshole!” With his emotions mixed up from the afternoon, John reacted out the only way that seemed to fit this moment: he stuck his arm out the car and gave the guy the finger. He kept it there until he parked in his driveway.
As John walked into his home, the only light that shined through was that from the moon. He slowly crept from the back door, which led into the kitchen, into the hallway in order to avoid waking up Anthony. Too bad that John hadn’t notice all the weight that he gained from earlier. If had, it would have been easier to avoid the box of cereal on the counter. But with a couple of inches around the waist, the Fruity Pebbles didn’t stand a chance.
Down the sugary breakfast went, and it followed with a loud crash on the floor. With each tiny, flake on the ground, John rushed to clean them up, but as soon as he took a couple steps, noises consisting of *SNAP* AND *POP* filled the air. Scared of waking up his roommate, John bent over trying to pick up the mess he had caused. Sadly, he didn’t take into account that his bigger and wider butt would come into contact with the bowl on the counter. Bumping into it was enough for the bowl to meet its doom on the kitchen floor, and cause a loud enough noise to awaken Mark. His bigger roommate came rushing out his room with a baseball bat screaming, “Whose there?”
Still in the position that led to this situation, John responded, “It’s me, John. Sorry about waking you up. Just go back to sleep.”
As he put down the bat, Mark said, “What the hell have you been doing in here?”
“Just me being clumsily. I made a mess, but I’m cleaning it up now.”
“How can you see anything in the dark? Let me turn on the light for you.”
“No, you don’t have to…”
John’s plea fell on death ears as Mark flicked on the lights. His roommate stared at him with his eyes wide open. Surprised by Mark’s reaction, John asked, “What? Is there food on my face?”
“No! …
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