Kevin held a small clipboard in hand with a row of rooms listed each having a checkmark beside each room number, all of them except for Johnny’s. ?” Johnny began to ask but was cut off by Kevin. “Dude, I don’t care if you have nudy mags lying around your room. Your room is the last one I need to check, and I gotta get going out of here if I wanna get out of here before traffic gets bad,” Kevin said as he pushed the door to Johnny’s room open and walked inside. Johnny followed behind Kevin, knowing he could hide the rip if he just kept to the walls of the room. Kevin inspected the room kicking piles of clothes away from outlets, turning the heat up, as well as checking the lights in the closet. As Kevin was about to check under the bed, Johnny realized that it wasn’t nudy mags that he was trying to hide. “Dude hold up!” Johnny shouted as he Kevin stopped mid-motion.
“What?” Kevin asked as he pulled himself back up.
The knob to turn the shower on won’t stick and doesn’t keep the shower faucet turned on. Can you look at that?” Johnny asked, trying to think of a realistic lie on the spot. “Ugh, again? Let me look,” Kevin grumbled as he went towards the bathroom. Johnny could hear him turning on the faucet. Johnny got on all fours in order to grasp a small metal box, that was sitting in the open, under his bed.
