I'm the crocs that almost ruined a Teenage love story

Alright, buckle up, folks. I'm just a pair of Crocs, minding my own business, living my best life outside this random house. I'm not usually the dramatic type, but today? Today was WILD. Let me tell you the story of how I became an accidental accomplice in a teenage love saga.

So, there I was, chilling outside the main door, enjoying the morning breeze. My owner, let's call him Mr. Sneaky (16M), had left me there like I was some kind of decoy. Little did I know, I was about to become the star of this chaotic plot. Mr. Sneaky had gone inside to meet his girlfriend (16F), who, by the way, took forever to let him in. Like, girl, you knew he was coming, why'd you take 13 minutes to wash your face? I'm just saying, priorities.

Anyway, things were going smoothly (or so I thought) until I heard a loud horn. Next thing I know, Mr. Sneaky and his girlfriend are running around like they're in a spy movie. The girlfriend's little sister (10F) shows up, and suddenly, I'm the center of attention. The sister points at me and goes, "Kon aaya hai?" (Who's here?). Bro, I'm just a pair of Crocs! Why are you interrogating me?

Mr. Sneaky, being the genius he is, had forgotten about me. Like, hello? I'm your footwear! You can't just leave me outside and expect me to blend in with the scenery. I'm bright blue, for crying out loud. I'm not exactly stealth mode material.

Meanwhile, Mr. Sneaky is hiding in the bathroom, probably sweating bullets, while the girlfriend is trying to distract her sister. I'm just sitting there like, "Y'all realize I'm still outside, right? Anyone gonna address the elephant-or rather, the Crocs-in the room?"

Long story short, Mr. Sneaky eventually bolts out of the house, grabs me, and speeds off on his scooty. The girlfriend and her sister are left wondering what just happened, and I'm just here like, "Can I get a thank you? I basically saved your relationship by not ratting you out."

So, yeah. That's my life now. I went from being a simple pair of Crocs to an unwilling participant in a teenage love drama. Honestly, I deserve an Oscar for my performance. Or at least a good cleaning after all that drama.