Here goes nothing...
I awoke, and suddenly remembered what I had heard last night. Michael wasn't going to let her stay. I slouched out of bed, wondering if he gave her money for a hotel or just told her get out.
Eve was downstairs making scrambled eggs. Good. I'm starved.
She poured milk into the eggs and I flipped. "What the hell are you doing?"
She raised an eyebrow. "Making eggs..."
"Then make eggs, not 'Eggs... Oh yeah, and milk, too.'"
"You're supposed to put milk in it."
"No your not."
"Yes you are."
"MILK'S FOR PUSSIES!"
Suddenly, Claire padded in behind us, and opened the fridge, pouring orange juice.
I was flabbergasted... You can tell something was wrong cuz' I just used the word "flabbergasted".
"So..." I said as nonchalantly as possible, as if I could care less, "Michael didn't pitch you out."
"No."
Oh, thank God.
I nodded slowly. "Something you should know about Michael, he doesn't like taking chances. I wasn't sure he'd let you stay. If he did, he got a good vibe off you. Don't disrespect that, because if you do-" I caught myself. I was going to say, 'You won't be able to stay.' "I won't be happy either, got it?"
Ta Da! Sorry It's short.