Home Alone

I was home alone because my family were going to visit my sister's mother-in-law today. I didn't want to go because I was too lazy to get ready - but apparently not lazy enough since I continued washing the dishes.

I watched them leave the house and then dashed towards the living room. I sat on the sofa and unplugged my brother's iPad from the charger and stuck mine in, instantly going onto NovTime. Life without novels must be a sad life to live...

My family were gone for about an hour and a half. I stayed on NovTime the whole time they were away. When they had been gone for about an hour, I suddenly heard one of the doors to the rooms upstairs closing. It was either my room or my sister's room because both of our doors couldn't be shut unless you did it yourself.

I began to panic, praying to God in silence because I thought there was somebody in the house with me. Thousands of different scenarios started to play out in my mind; I guess you could say I read too many books.

I heard footsteps in the hallway as I held my breath, hoping nobody was actually there. I continued with the book I was reading as I listened to the footsteps get closer. I closed my eyes and covered myself with my brother's blanket, trying to even out my breathing so it would either seem like I'm asleep or hopefully, the person wouldn't even notice I was there.

All those ideas were crushed once I felt someone's hand on my jaw. I kept my eyes lightly shut, not squeezing them tightly because everyone knows that that's a dead give away to you actually being awake.

The person chuckled before flicking my forehead. Instinctively, my hand rushed to rub the sore spot when I froze, realising what just happened. I groaned before putting my hands up in surrender as I kept my eyes shut, waiting to die. I mean, that's what happens in horror films, right? Well, I heard more chuckling before the person spoke and when they did, I think I literally just died.

"You might wanna open your eyes now. I have sweets!"

I kept my eyes firmly shut but asked him the most important question ever. "Do you have Twats?"

"What?"

"Twats! Y'know, Twangers?"

He 'ohh-ed' before quickly replying with a yeah. I opened my eyes once I heard his answer and shouted in his face repeatedly, "Gimme! Gimme! Gimme!"

He laughed before waving it in front of my face. I huffed before grabbing it and opening the packet. THEY WERE THE BLUE ONES!

"Don't be jealous when my tongue is blue and not yours!" I yelled before sprinting up the stairs and into my room. I locked the door and sat down, closing my eyes. Why was I here again?

I felt something on my hand and shrieked, spinning around to see the guy from before here. How the hell did he get in?

Now that I got a good look at him, I noticed I was staring at the devil in disguise. He literally looked gorgeous enough to be an angel... Wait, what am I thinking about Mr. Creepy? I'm so disappointed in myself...

Oh well.