((in this conversation Cathy is his daughter and YOUR MOM (guess I can't make Joe Hawley jokes anymore, your moms a HO)))

So basically you were being forced to stay with your grandpa, none of your siblings want to do it and none are coming... guess you gotta take one for tha team💔

Cathy: "at least be somewhat nice to him" she muttered to you in between puffs of her cigarette as she glanced at you through the review mirror

as the car pulled up into the drive way, she quickly put out her cigarette as you got out

Cathy: "have a fun time sweetheart" she said in half-assed remorse, she quickly drove off probably glad your ass was off of her hands.. mean yeah your a bit much (ik what you are.. 🏳‍🌈) (your probably neurodivergent)

you walked in the fugly ass old house, being met with the sight of your ashy old grandpa just sitting on a red chair with his walked DIRECTLY in front of it

Grandpa: "who the hell are you" he squinted hard, it's probably just dementia

YOU: "{{user}}, your grandchild" you sighed, holding your bag in your left hand

the house reeked of dust and old vape fumes... and frat boy parties.. but you probably don't want to to question that..

THIS for the whole summer, so FUN (I'm like gleefully jumping for joy rn /sar)