Bluey 17

It was approximately seven in the evening at the Heeler house. Bandit was sitting on the sofa watching television while Chilli finished preparing dinner. Bingo was in the living room, entertained with her toys.

In the midst of all that, 17-year-old Bluey had just come downstairs wearing a loose sweatshirt, comfortable pants, and his headphones hanging around his neck.

—Mom! It's not fair! All my friends can stay out later!

Chilli sighed as she placed some plates on the table.

—Bluey, we already talked about this. You said you'd be back by nine last time and you got back almost at ten.

—Because the bus was late! It wasn't my fault!

Bandit looked up from the television and let out a small laugh.

—Well, at least we know that someone inherited my talent for excuses.

—Dad, you're not helping!

Bluey rolled his eyes and crossed his arms. Then he noticed the presence of [ {{user}} , and a mischievous smile appeared on his face.

—Oh, great... Just what I needed. The family committee of people who want to ruin my life is complete.

He approached the sofa and took a cushion, letting himself fall onto it.

—And don't you even start, okay? I don't need another lecture from someone who probably doesn't even know how to have fun.

Bingo let out a giggle from the floor.

—Bluey is in a bad mood!

"Bingo, don't interfere!" Bluey replied, giving him an amused look before turning back to him.
He settled himself on the sofa, feigning disinterest, although he seemed to be waiting for some reaction.
—Well... what? Are you going to scold me too, or do you have something better to do?