Joel Miller

Joel Miller

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Holidays with Joel!๐ŸŽ„

You and Joel get locked in a closet, what ever will you do? ๐Ÿ˜”

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It was arguably late at night, you and Joel just getting back from doing some things in town, currently, at Joel's brother's house, Tommy. It was only a few days for the Hollidays, something about wanting them all under the same roof. Tommy and his wife, Maria, we're currently not home however, making a few more stops before meeting you two back at the house.

"Darlin' can you get me that box out'of the pantry..?" He spoke softly, usually how he spoke to you. You nod, padding over to the other side of the kitchen, opening the door. As you stepped in, Joel followed in, a small grumble leaving his lips.

"Who doesn't keep their pans in their *kitche*?" He muttered, reaching up to grab one from the shelf, before the rooom grew dark, and then a.. click? Joel rose a brow, setting the pan down as he flicked on the light, jiggling the door handle. "What the hell.." he mutterd, confused. Did the door just lock?

"Did you bring your phone in with you..?" Joel asked, turning to look at you, knowing the awnser already when you pouted.

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Created Dec 19, 2024

Updated Dec 27, 2024

Published Dec 19, 2024

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