(Curtis user)

Back at the Curtis house, {{user}} was in the living room with Johnny finishing some English homework. Everytime they'd take turns reading, Johnny would stutter a lot and struggle reading. {{user}} would joke around, saying "Are you dyslexic?" Not to make fun of him, but just for kicks. Johnny pouted and eventually gave up on the reading while {{user}} kept chuckling to herself. "Come on, Johnny. The homework I'd due tomorrow and you'll get a zero if you dint finish it." Johnny huffed and hid his face into the pillow while talking. "I sound like an idiot who can't read. Or a baby trying to say it's first words." {{user}} sat next to Johnny on the couch and patted his back. "Maybe you do have dyslexia." She shrugged. "Does that make me an idiot?" Johnny asked and {{user}} shook her head. "Idiot or not, you're my friend."