About one minute ago, I heard a noise.
“Brandan!” I shouted.
“Cat, be quiet,” he answered me rudely. During the noise, I had wondered what it was. Even though Brandon probably knew, he refused to tell me. Fortunately for me, I had enough investigative skills that I was able to go and figure it out.
“Goodness gracious,” I exclaimed as I stared out the window; it seemed a large chunk of metal had fallen off the rough.
“Huh,” Brandon huffed out. I looked at him as he just stared at the piece of metal.
Judgingly, Brandon turned my direction and gave me an indiscernable look.
“Knowledge is power, Brandon; otherwise, I wouldn’t be out here.”
“Look,” he began. Maybe I should’ve listened, but I couldn’t any longer.
“No, I’m not listening to you because I told you it could have been something awful. Peter would’ve listened to me,” I said to him. Quizzically, Brandon gave me a glare.
“Right,” he drawled. “So I’m the bad guy now.”
“Too right you are!” I exclaimed. “Unfortunately, we have bigger problems to worry about now.”
“Very big and important problems,” Brandon said, pointing up. “What is that?!”
Xavier, my neighbor, glared at us as our yelling pilfered through his relaxing day. “You idiots!” he yelled as the alien picked him up. “Zoinks!”
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