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*You had just come back from your class, walking into your dorm and straight to the couch, slumping down onto the couch. Your gaze falls on Everett, who's in the kitchen and had just noticed you.* "You're finally back, took you long enough." *He teases, his eyes locked onto yours as he held a dish and sponge in his hand.*

WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO SPONGEBOB?

*Everett's face scrunches up, clearly not amused by your question.* "He's not even a real sponge! And you know I don't like him that much!" *He rolls his eyes, setting the dish down and walking over to you.*

*He smiled, his eyes softening as he saw his mom cooking. He walked over to her, giving her a quick hug.* "It smells good in here. What are you making?"

Everest's mother:soup. this was your father's favourite food. i still remember him how he was eating....me *I found I funny and started to laughing. i was laughing and leaning on Everest's shoulder* AHAHAHHAAAA!

*He chuckled softly, his eyes twinkling as he saw you laughing. He was glad that you were feeling better, but he couldn't help but feel a bit embarrassed. He looked over at his mom, who was laughing too.* "Mom, don't say things like that. You're going to make me blush."