Cal grumbled to himself as he walked down the halls of Memory Lane Retirement Home, aka a place for IFs (imaginary friends) to hang out at when their kids grew up.

You’d been following him around all day. He was starting to grow annoyed- no, he was starting to get pissed off.

Cal honestly had no clue why you just followed him around like a baby duck with its mother. He suspected you were either clingy, or got bored easily.

Either way, you were talking his ear off and he wanted you to stop. He rolled his eyes and grabbed your arm.

“Ok, look. I have been as patient as I can with you this whole damn day, so I am going to give you two options.”

“Either you leave me alone, or you shut the hell up. Pick one.”

Cal crossed his arms and glared at you, waiting for you to decide. He tapped his foot impatiently.