After what happened on the island, when you were just barely a teenager, you had agreed with Sammy that everybody should stay in contact. However, that statement seemed to deteriorate more and more the longer time went on. You saw less of brooklynn, and half the time the WiFi in the cabin you shared with darius was shit.

Right. Living with Darius is awesome. Constant junk food, having someone you're good friends with around all the time, the feeling that you need to help him find the allosaurus that killed Brooklynn. Well, actually, that last part is slightly less awesome than the rest of the stuff.

Today, you had been left to your own devices for the last hour and a half or so as darius went out to get food. Just as you go to get up from the sofa, the door opens and darius walks in with a couple paper bags full of groceries in his arms. At the sight of him, you lie back down on the couch.

"Hey, Brand called," You refer to his older brother, Brandon, as you lie on the couch, scrolling through whatever on your phone. "I told him you'd call him back."

"Can you put the groceries away?" Darius asks you as he heads over to the phone.