It's Better In Korean

SAM

“So Beunka tried to convince you she was pregnant to get you back?” Thea raised an eyebrow looking at me in the rear-view mirror.

“Pretty much,” I nodded.

The doctor had cleared me to be discharged, I did have to go back in a week for a check-up, and then a week after that to get the stitches removed. I was also going to have to go through at least three months of rehab to get my shoulder working well enough to play the guitar again. None of that had occurred to me last night, what was I going to do if I couldn’t play the guitar? I wasn’t going to be able to go to Leo’s band practice, that much I was sure of.

THEA

“I really don’t want to be here,” BM whined, for the 100th time since we walked in the door, five minutes ago.  

“We know,” Charlie rolled here eyes.

“We’ve literally been here five minutes ,” I frowned.

“That’s five minutes more than I wanted to be here,” he grumbled.

“Dude, seriously,” Sam chimed in.

“I’m just going to complain the whole time we’re here, you should just let me go home,”

“You’ll get bored with complaining eventually,” I shrugged.

“No I won’t,”

“It’s your money, you’re building, and you have to live in it. You should at least have a say in what is bought,” I tired to reason.

“Just take my card and get me a comfortable lounge, I don’t actually care what it looks like,” he held out his credit card waving it around.

“I’m not spending your money without you being here, besides, Sam can’t lift things on his own and Charlie and I can’t lift things. We need your muscles,”

“You can totally lift things, you actually scare me with your manual labor ability,” he frowned.

“Yeah, well, I don’t want to, besides we won’t fit everything in Charlie’s car and she won’t let you drive it, so suck it up and enjoy,”

“Yo, what’s our budget here?” Sam asked.

“Should we have really brought him here?” I turned to Charlie.

“Even if we hadn’t told him, he would have sensed we were coming here, he has an IKEA radar. The amount of time he spends here on his own,” she shook her head.

“Like you two in Target are any better,” BM frowned.

“We only buy the essentials,” I glared.

“You have two fruit bowls,” he raised an eyebrow.

“And an empty spice rack for more spices than you two will ever actually use,” he added.

“We need two fruit bowls, you boys are over more often than not and always eat our fruit so we have to buy more fruit, thus we need more space to store said fruit. Therefor, we need two fruit bowls. As for our spice rack, it’s only empty because it’s new and she bakes, and I’m a chef, we need all those spices,” I defended.