Third-Person Point Of View:
Derek was sitting on the couch in the living room, holding a bag of potato chips in his right hand and operating the television with his left.
In simple terms, he was having a healing time in Ashton's house, unaware of the approaching storm.
“I wish my weekends were like this every week. Ashton's house is a great place to relax”
Looking around the room, he mumbled, “I don't have to worry about cleaning the room.”
There were few chips and empty chip packets scattered around the living room.
By the doorbell, his healing time was interrupted. After getting up, he started walking toward the main entrance.
“How is that possible?
Ashton's doesn't have any visitors,” Derek murmured on his way.
The moment he opened the door, Jessie appeared before him. He was
