1 The Intruder

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I woke up to an annoying alarm clock and a silent house. I was curious because usually my brother Brandon would barge in my room smelling like socks that hadn't been washed for months.

I got up out of bed and went to the bathroom to do my morning routine. I'm not so much of a morning person and my hair looked like a bird's nest so I just made a messy bun on the top of my head.

Still, in my pajamas, I went downstairs in search of something to eat. I made some pancakes and of course some coffee, since I seem to can't live without it, and went up to my room. I grabbed my phone from off the side table checking all my social media accounts. Suddenly I heard some rustling sounds coming from downstairs.

"It's probably just a cat," I mumbled to myself. Then I heard a loud crash in the kitchen and voices. "It is definitely not a cat," I said to my self worrying.

I got up and started to tiptoe downstairs. I went into the kitchen and noticed someone was behind the counter. I quickly grabbed an umbrella I saw in the corner and screeched up behind the person ready to strike.

"Where's the butter?" the person said to themself not noticing I was right behind him.

I then used the umbrella and hit the person in the head.

"Ouch! What is wrong with you?" Corbyn hissed turning around facing me rubbing his head as he stood.

"It's not my fault I thought you were a robber," I said to him still holding the umbrella."And why are you here?"

"I was bored so I came over here to find your door unlocked and so I just crept inside looking for you but then the kitchen was calling my name," Corbyn explained.

I stood there wondering if I should smack him with the umbrella or just let him be.

"Corbyn, Corbyn, eat everything you can find," he mocked.

I looked at him and repeatedly started to hit him with the umbrella until Brandon burst through the door smirking to himself.

"Earth to Brandon," Corbyn shouted at him. It took him a while to notice us but then he finally came back to his senses.

"Oh, hey guys," he said joining us in the kitchen.

"Where were you?"I asked.

"Out," he said sitting down.

"Out doesn't fit the question doochbag," I said to him giving him a fake smile.

"Fine, I was outside," he tells me. "What else do you want to know? If I'm a virgin."

I was silent for a moment, "Are you?" I asked giggling. He stared at me like he was strangling me with his eyes, so I stopped laughing.

"What's here to eat?" Corbyn asked breaking the silence.

"Weren't you just in the fridge a few seconds ago?" I asked him.

"Yeah but I didn't find anything to eat," he replies.

"Well sorry but there's nothing to eat because I made the last batch of pancakes and SOMEONE forgot to buy groceries," I said looking at Brandon. He looks at me pretending like he had nothing to do with it.

"Then why am I here?" Corbyn asked stupidly like he wasn't my best friend.

"So that I can show you my fist," I gave him a serious look but then he just laughed.

We sat there a few minutes until the front door opened. We all turned facing the door when Hannah came in with bloodshot eyes and smudged makeup all over her face. She sat down silently at the counter.

"Well someone looks like they've been through a breakup," Corbyn said. Hannah looked up at him and burst into tears.

"Idiot look what you've done," I cursed him as Hannah cried louder. Corbyn shrugged like he didn't do anything. I grabbed Hannah's hand and pulled her up upstairs heading to my room as Corbyn followed behind us like a lost puppy.