Leslie's POV
Life is weird...
"Leslie," Mason said as I felt a shake on my shoulder.
"Hmm, why? I mean what?" I asked snapping out of my thoughts about life.
"Are you on drugs? Your attention span is worse than a goldfish's."
"I will have you know, goldfishes are underestimated" I stated.
"Ok knowledge whale, I don't care about the goldfishes. I care about you zoning out every two minutes" He said as if I was a child.
He picked up the bag from my hand and walked inside the house. I followed him when I realized that I had been standing outside his house the whole time.
"Come on, this way," he said pointing at the stairs with the hand that he was using to carry the bag.
"Let me carry that, it's heavy," I said pointing at the bag as I followed him.
He laughed without saying anything
