A/N. So this chapters pretty short, but this will be my first multi-chapter fic, and the chapters will get longer, provided enough people review or follow it. I currently don't have a beta reader, so feel free to either point out mistakes in a PM or just in the review. Hopefully my writing will improve, so bare with me while I figure this out.
The minute she heard the thunk, followed by a man cursing, she grabbed her bat, and jumped out of bed. Normally, noises in the middle of the night wouldn't bother her, it was just her dog, Plue, running around knocking things over. Tonight though, she had let the small dog sleep on her bed, terrified after watching some scary movies with her friends earlier. Normally, they would spend the night after, the only thing that could truly complete their girls night, but since they all had to work in the morning, she had sent them home, assuring them that she would be fine. Oh, how she regretted that now.
As Lucy grabbed her phone off her bed, she heard her fridge door open, and the small pomsky on her bed started shaking, a habit of his. She had seen the vet about it, but they assured her nothing was wrong and had just sent her home. Standing still for a couple minutes, waiting for the noise to stop, she wondered who would be robbing her apartment, having just moved in there wasn't much of value. After she heard the fridge close and the footsteps stop, she rushed across her room and grabbed her phone, dialling her best friend of four years, Levy McGarden's, number. The petite bluenette would be the only one of her four friends still up. On a normal work night, Levy was up until around two in the morning, reading or writing a new book. After a few seconds of ringing, Lucy got her voicemail. She groaned. She must be asleep already. Lucy would have to brave the intruder by herself.
Tiptoeing into the hallway, the blonde stopped in confusion. Was that fish she smelled? Shaking her head, she continued through the dark, stopping every few seconds to listen for any movement and to silently scoot moving tubs out of her way. Once she got to the end of her hallway she stopped. Not hearing anything, she turned the corner and entered her kitchen. And all she could do was stare in shock
Sitting on her counter was a boy around her age eating a sandwich. Not stuffing anything into a mysterious black bag, or creeping through her boxes, he was just eating. And right next to him was a small, grayish cat, eating old fish off of her favorite plate. Well, at least that explained what she smelled in the hallway. The weirdest thing though, was this guys hair. It was pink. Not strawberry blonde or even red, it was bright pink. She shook her head. What guy would dye his hair that color? Or was it natural? Either way, it didn't matter. She needed to get this guy out of her house. Raising the bat with both hands, she slowly stepped into the kitchen.
"What are you doing here?" she asked slowly, shaking the bat above her head. "I have the police on speed dial, and I'm not afraid to use this." She was terrified, not that she would let him know. Hopefully, he wouldn't notice the slight shake in the pink bat. The pink haired stranger stared at her, slack-jawed for a minute, then he started swinging his head, looking around in a frenzy.
"No no, you've got it all wrong," he blurted out frantically, scrambling around her kitchen, knocking the plate he had out onto the floor. "You see, you left your window open and my cat came in so I figured it would be okay to come in and get him and then I noticed your fridge and I was hungry and so was he and…." he rushed out, before trailing off. "Anyways, I'm really sorry about breaking in," he looked up at her with a grin, his green eyes apologetic, but there was a spark of mischief in them that she didn't think ever actually left . "It won't happen again, I promise, just don't call the cops?" She frowned before slowly bringing down the pink bat.
"Just get out," she sighed, running her hands through her knotted hair. "I start a new job tomorrow, and I'm tired." He stared at her for a second, then looked at the sandwich questioningly. She looked at him, dumbfounded, brown eyes widening, before replying. "Take it if you want, just leave!" she shouted, raising the bat. He quickly grabbed the sandwich and ran for the window, his cat following, trying to drag the piece of fish with him. The last thing she saw of him was his white, scaly scarf billowing behind him.