So I have this friend, let’s call her Jenna. Jena is the type of girl that makes you suspicious; you know that triangle with Cute, Smart and Sane, and you can only pick two? She seems to check all three boxes. She is 100% the type of girl you would want to bring home to your mother, and you dad would give you a fist bump, like “damn son.” Her snapchat story consists mostly of pictures of the stair climber after she has gone up double the empire state building in an hour, or pictures from a run or what not. Nothing sexual though, totally a good church girl standing about 5’2” insanely fit, B cup vegan. Jenna is just the kindest, most caring girl I know. She and I are in a good group friend, though just friends, as she has a boyfriend. She doesn’t drink, while I enjoy drinking but am a lightweight, so she gets to carry my phone and wallet in her purse, and I sleep on her couch when I’ve had too much to drive home after a night out. While I’m sleeping on her couch, her cat Brutus usually sleeps on top of me, and as a result Brutus and I are good friends, as he is a good cat.
So Last weekend, Jenna had to fly out of town to a friend’s wedding and left me with a key to feed, water, and hang out with Brutus while she was gone. Like most girls her age, (We’re both 21) Jenna is a mess. It is clear that despite knowing about the trip for a month, she procrastinated till the last moment, packed in a hurry, and left her room a mess. That or she cleaned the rest of the apartment by throwing everything in her room. How did I know this? Well, I’m the nosy type, so of course I had a peak around.