Right now I am cleaning my bath-room for a special visitor, my best friend, Craig Tucker. Like I want to be cleaning my bath-room, my mom made me, I swear! She says its nice to clean the house for visitors, even if they stay for 5 minutes, but I'm a boy, I don't give a fly shit about cleaning. But my mom was a girl, and from what I learned, they love it when your bathroom is clean.
Anyway, Craig is staying for the whole Spring Break, which is 2 whole weeks!! He said his parents need alone time, But I bet their gonna fuck. But my thoughts were interrupted by my mom walking into my bathroom, I had a feeling she would be telling me something bad. But, I was wrong. And that wasn't the first time I was wrong, sorry, getting off topic. "Tweek Honey, Craig is here, he's waiting in the living room..." she said, in her soft motherly voice. I studied my mirror, and then I came across this spot, in the corner, It was a smear! 'Damn' I thought, Yes, I am a perfectionist.