If you'd like me to do a drabble for you, I won't have anything up in the next week or so. Sorry for the inconvenience!
Styled and designed for Kyoto-chan:
If It Wasn't For His Big Mouth
"May?" Brendan called as he slowly opened the front door and stepped onto the wax wooden floor.
He saw her mother outside in the garden and she said May was inside the house. Brendan scanned the small kitchen in back but there was no sign of her there. He then looked over to the lounge area. The TV was turned off and not a single person was sitting on the couch.
"Where could she be?" Brendan said to himself as he leaned against the wall by the stairs.
"What's that smell?"
Brendan quickly looked up the stairwell. The smell of something burning was coming from upstairs. Without a second thought, Brendan rushed up the stairs, round the corner, and burst open the door to May's room.
"Brendan?" May squeaked, abruptly dropping the hair straightener in her hand.
He panted heavily, trying to catch his breath. Brendan collapsed on his side to the edge of the door frame. He then rolled onto his back and brought a hand to run through his hair.
"I ran up here worried about you. Yet all this time you were just burning your stupid hair," Brendan huffed out loud. Although he had good intentions, there are some things better left unsaid.
"Ouch! That hair dryer hurt, May!"
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