Thursday July 25th, 4:27 AM

I didn’t mind the 2000s pop music blaring from the small red speaker on the couch opposite to me. In reality, it was pretty quiet, but compared to the quiet atmosphere, it sounded loud. My friend asks me to turn the TV on. He starts playing Rango.

“It’s the fleas!” He says. “Wait no there’s not fleas, they’re owls.”

There’s something papery about the way they look.

“Is that James Charles?” He says, looking at my other friend who’s scrolling reels on his phone. My stomach feels odd to say the least. Most likely from the slush from QT and the energy drink (both containing caffeine). I hear some rustling from the kitchen area. I think about reading by book that I had packed but between the movie and the reels, it was too loud. I hear a windows error sound from my friends phone. My other friend walks back.

“What’s that?” I ask.

“Tortillas. And cheese” he offers me one. I take it. It’s good, especially since the last food I ate was two of those roller things from QT (I went to QT if you couldn’t tell). I get a text from someone.

“I was right…” I think. He’s telling me about a show that I advised him not to watch. I was right.

This movie is going to give me nightmares I can tell. Its animation is… questionable.