Go and investigate what it is
From Create Your Own Story
Your foot crunches on a dry twig as you approach the overgrown lilac bush near the property line. Curiosity piqued by a faint rustling, you grab a thick branch—still damp from last night's rain—and yank it aside.
The stench hits first: sweat, cheap bubblegum, and something suspiciously like stale piss. Crouched in a hollow between the shrubs, a red-faced kid in a grimy Yankees cap jerks upright, his pudgy knees popping audibly. You both freeze—his wide eyes reflecting your own shock—before he shrieks, "Jesus fucking Christ!" Spit flies from his chapped lips as he scrambles back, revealing grass stains on the knees of his cargo shorts.
"What the hell are you doing?" you snap, but he's already lunging past you, shoulder-checking your ribs with surprising force. His sneakers skid on the dew-slick grass before he finds traction and bolts toward the street, leaving a trampled cola can rocking in his wake.
It takes three slow blinks to piece it together: the sightline from this trampled nest of branches leads straight to the bathroom's fogged window. The silhouette moving behind the glass resolves into Steve —towel slung low on his hips as he reaches for the shower knob. you step back, crushing the kid's abandoned pack of grape Big League Chew under your heel. Do you
