"Y/n. Wake up!" I slowly flutter my eyes open and Kathleen is looking down at me with a double chin. My head becomes dumbbells after I get up to fast. Note to self: never get up too fast.
"I'm up," I rub the sleep out of my eyes and get off of the bed. The sun burns my eyes deep into my macula. Squinting, I walk out of Kathleen's room and sink through the floor into the bathroom. But that is a mistake.
    "OI! Y/N DON'T SCARE MEH LIKE DAT-!" Stuart shrieks. His shirt is off... every inch of skin is so... ok, y/n- no time to be horny. I immediately cover my eyes and run around and trying to find a place to hide. But instead I hear skin slap together and a hard impact on me. Below my figure was Stuart. "U-um... y/n?"
     "Ye I know. Sorry about that," I sigh and get off of him. I grab his hand and help him up. Awkward silence enters the room and I just stand in the corner. "What are you doing here?" Frick. Too personal, y/n. WHAT THE BLOODY HELL?!
     "I was just came out of da shower," he shrugs. Stu summons his hairbrush and brushes the blue bundles over his eye. Typical Stuart. His skin is still moist from the hot shower he took. I couldn't help it but...
     SLAP!!!
     "AHH! WHAT DA BLOODY HELL WAS THAT FO'?!" Stuart snarls at me as I laugh my butt off on the floor. As I wheeze, tears come out of my eyes, thinking about his reaction.
    "OH MY LORD, STUART!!! YOU SHOULDA LOOK AT YOUR FACE!!!" I cough and laugh. Stuart grumbles and picks me up bridal style. I stop my laughing with a hiccup and hold on to stuart tight. "What are you doing?"
     "Kicking yew out," he smirks at me and drops me. I catch myself by levitating and he goes back into the bathroom. I love that boy.
THE KITCHENNNN!
     "Y/n! Fetch me an apple!" Noodle commands me from the couch. I skip to the fruit bowl and throw her the apple. Surprisingly, she catches it with no flaws and takes a bite out of it. "Thanks, y/n- San."
     "No problem, Noodle," I say and sit on the couch. Mr. De Yanga turns on the TV and the news pops up. The typical intro plays and I hum along with it. Noodle looks at me perplexed.
     "Since when were you into the news?" She asks. I shrug and shake my head.
     "Never. I just hear this song a million times, it gets stuck in my head!" I chuckle and keep watching. All of a sudden, the big news comes up.
     "Murderer Paula Cracker and e/n  e/l/n escaped jail 6 months after their last murder crime: the killing of y/n. They both have now killed two more citizens by the name of Stuart Pot and police officer in training, Noodle."
     "HEY LOOK ITS MEE-"
     "SHHHH!!!"
     "Witness say that Paula and e/n put the two victims in headlocks before brutally shooting them in the forehead," the TV news anchor continues and I look over at Noodle, who is looking at Kathleen's parents with a worried expression.
     "Noodle and Stuart are the names of Kathleen's imaginary friends..." Mr. De Yanga whimpers. "And also y/n is one of the victims from 6 months ago. Which means..."
     "Our house is haunted?!" Mrs. De Yanga pulls bundles of black hair from her head. The two parents start panicking and Stuart comes out of the bathroom with a fresh pair of clothes.
     "What's up, babe?" He finger guns at me. I grab Noodle's arm and push Stuart into the hallway.
     "Don't call me babe, Stustu. This is serious," I say in a dangerously low voice.
     "What is it?" He asks nervously. Noodle sighs.
     "We've been caught here by Kathleen's parents."