Chapter 39

Come the next morning, I stared at my roommate, Brian Remington, my eyes wide with desperation. "Please let go of my toaster!" I begged.

Brian wore a mischievous grin, my beloved toaster in his hand, a look of triumph on his face. "Oh come on, it's not like I'm never going to give it back," he said, his voice filled with laughter, seemingly taking great pleasure in my distress.

"I need it for breakfast," I pleaded, my stomach growling with hunger. "I can't start my day without an Eggo, you know that," I protested.

Giving another chuckle, he took a bite of his own Eggo, the crispy waffle dripping with syrup. "You're such a weirdo," he said, his voice laced with amusement. "You and your Eggo obsession."

I gritted my teeth and tried again. "Please, just give it back. I'll do anything."

Brian raised an eyebrow. "Anything?" he repeated, his voice filled with intrigue.

I nodded eagerly, my desperation getting the better of me. "Yes, anything. Just give me back my toaster."

Brian grinned. "A