Date: 9/8/2021
By randybobandy
I was with my boyfriend in my apartment, but my apartment was in my parents' basement now. It was this small area of the dirty, cluttered, moldy, dark, cobwebbed, unfinished basement, with the cement floor and everything, but my part of the basement looked like a fresh, brand new, clean apartment. It was even beautiful, and had granite countertops and a mini fridge built into the counter. We went upstairs for something and my parents said they had to do work in the basement. They started dismantling my apartment. I started panicking and freaking out, asking if they were making me sleep in the other part of the basement. They ignored me, continuing to take everything apart. They pulled the mini fridge out of the counter. I asked again if they were making me sleep in the horrible gross basement. They finally said I should ask Joe because it was his idea. I turned to Joe who looked like he was caught red handed.