"Ugh, can you get your feet off my lap?" Zoe cursed and Wren pressed his feet down on her lap even harder in response.
"You can get off the couch then…" Wren said, holding his phone above his face while scrolling through TokTik videos.
"But I got here first, dipshit." Zoe pointed out, trying to shove his legs away. "If anyone should leave, it's you."
Wren cleared his throat dramatically.
"That doesn't matter because I'm older…" Wren said.
Zoe gritted her teeth especially when she saw the smug look on his face.
"Mooomm!" Zoe shouted toward the kitchen. "Wren doesn't want to leave the couch for me!"
Diana's laugh drifted from the kitchen.
"You should respect Wren because he's older, sweetie!" Diana called back and Zoe looked like she wanted to die on the spot.
Wren laughed as well, then sighed and turned off his phone, placing it on his chest. A week had passed and several things had happened during that time.
