Lmao it's been like 2 years my dudes. So sorry but I lost like everything so I guess we'll be starting from the tippy top at chapter 3. I'll try to keep it how it was but my memory is trash tbh. I tried to fix all the stuff I did crappy the first time but you know, I still suck. Anyway thanks for reading this garbage. Peace out squad B']
Sunday/ March 6/ 4:26 A.M/ Carter
Almost everybody has woken up because of a suspicious noise in the middle of the night. Some people just ignore it and go back to bed. Others get a piece of sporting equipment; Baseball bat, tennis racket, weird stick with a net that you don't remember buying, etc.
Regardless of what it is, they would grab it out of the closet and go check out the ominous disturbance.
When I woke up to what I thought was the sound of my refrigerator opening, I went for option two. Except I grabbed my umbrella, because me playing sports is like snow in June. It's just unnatural.
Anyway, after quietly slipping out of my room I slowly crept over to the bathroom door. I'm almost positive the sound came from the first floor, but I'd rather make sure there's nothing is going to jump out and get me on my way to the stairs. Better safe than sorry, right?
There's nothing out of the ordinary, other than than a new dent in my tub and-oh my god is that toothpaste on the ceiling? Ugh that's going to be such a pain to clean. Deciding my bathroom is in fact monster free I move on to the stairs.
The only other room up here is the guest bedroom. I don't think I need to check in there since I'm pretty sure nothing could survive survive after last week's incident. Let's just say a someone left a bag full of extremely perishable items long enough for it to evolve. No matter how much I've sprayed it still smells like death.
Peaking around the corner I carefully examine the bottom of the stairs for any signs of life and/or undead. I don't care what he says, zombies are real and a threat to both my mental and physical health.
Seeing nothing I tightened my grip on my stripped weapon and begin to make my way down. Nearing the bottom I surprisingly make no noise on the old wooden stairs. Or maybe not so surprisingly, I have lived at this house for over nine years after all. I should know where all the bad spots are by now.
It's pitch black. I'm starting to wish I had put on my glasses. I'd rather it just be dark than dark and fuzzy.
Cautiously I go deeper into the kitchen, and about half way through I notice my back door is gone. Well not exactly gone, since it's laying there on the floor, but gone from where it should be.
I may have not heard someone straight up kick my door in, but I certainly heard the footsteps coming up behind me. Panicking I spin around and swing as hard as I can. Which apparently is pretty hard since my flimsy umbrella knocked them the hell out. My victory party was cut short however when I noticed who was unconscious on my floor. Crouching down I move the intruders soft black hair to reveal a face full of freckles. Its my dumb next door neighbor, Ace. Him and his younger brother Luffy have lived next to me for the last three or so years. I should be used to their random visits, but I'm obviously not.
I should move him to the couch. If I leave him on the floor he'll get a cold, and a sick Ace is something I can honestly live without. Why is he so freaking heavy? Have you ever tried carrying someone that's 6 inches taller and like 90 pounds heavier? It's hard. Like really hard.
It's about five thirty in the morning, Ace probably won't wake up for another two hours or so. His narcolepsy makes him sleep heavier and longer than most people. I guess I'll make some breakfast for when he gets up as an apology for viciously assaulting him.
After covering up the jerk occupying my totally not hideous green couch with a warm blanket I head back into the kitchen to see what I can make.
Pancakes sound good. With eggs and-why do I not have bacon? I just bought a pound like yesterday! Is that what he was down here eating? But he can't cook. Oh my god did he eat it raw!? Oh never mind I found it.
Geez Carter you're really going off the deep end. And talking to myself isn't making me any saner, is it?
6:29/Carter
Luffy will no doubt come straight over here when he wakes up and finds his brother missing so I have to make enough for three people. Well technically I'm making enough for 10 people. The amount those two can consume is kinda horrifying.
After finding a couple of oranges I decide to make some of my special pineapple-cherry-orange juice that Luffy likes.
I may act like I don't, but I really enjoy cooking. Maybe not as much as Luffy's chef friend Sanji, but I still like it. Especially when Ace and Luffy give me such nice hugs as thanks for the meal. They should be giving me money. Don't these morons realize how expensive food is?
7:10/Carter
Finally, It's all done! Now I can sit back and rela-
"ACE! ARE YOU HERE?" Screamed a childish voice from the empty doorway. Stomping on my door that's still on the ground he practically dashes towards me.
"Hey Luffy pipe down its 7 in the morning dude". They may choose to ignore it, but we do have other neighbors and I'm sure they don't want to be woken up at the crack of dawn by screaming lunatics.
"Sorry, Carter! What happened to your door? Is Ace here? Hey why aren't you wearing your glasses? Oh You made Breakfast! MEAT!" Luffy amazingly said all in one breath. God this boy has got a short attention span and lungs of steel.
"Ace broke it, he's in the living groom, I forgot them upstairs and yes, I made breakfast" I reply as I start dividing the food onto 3 plates. Luffy is practically drooling over my shoulder. Gross.
"I'll go get them!" He shouts as he zips up the stairs and to the left. I'm a little apprehensive of letting mass destruction on legs into my room to get my very breakable glasses, but I'm sure he can manage. Hopefully. Besides, I have more pressing matters like waking up the bum on my couch.
Going back to the living room I find Ace snoring loudly. I try calling his name, shaking, even lightly smacking him but he doesn't even stir. I started to think he would never wake up, but then his energetic little brother came flying over the couch and landed right on top of him. Amazing, I've never heard Ace scream that high of a pitch.
While I'm busy laughing the D. brothers begin shoving each other, which soon evolves into a full out wresting match. It was pretty funny up until the point when I realized Luffy had brought my glasses like he said, and they were about to get crushed.
"I made food!" I quickly shout in hopes they would stop moving so I could swoop in and save my brown frames.
Ace looks up at me as if he just noticed I was even here. Which is kind of stupid since here happens to be my house.
"Good morning Carter. Thanks for making breakfast" He says while Luffy tries to wiggle out from his brothers headlock, but to no avail.
It still appalls me how polite Ace can be. Especially since he's quite the criminal around these parts. He's even got a cool nickname; Fire Fist Ace. It's got a nice ring to it, don't you think?
"Morning Flame Brain." I reply as I walk to my crappy kitchen table. The legs have been duct tapped together too many times to count.
From back in the living room I can hear their argument start up again.
"You better not try to eat all of my bacon this time Lu."
"I bet Carter will give me hers!"
"I bet she'll give it to me!"
"I'll fight you for it!"
"Ha, what's a shrimp like you going to do?"
I hear crashing, probably my new lamp, and loud thumps. They're really going at it this time. Ignoring the loonies I sit down at my spot and begin eating. I don't really care what they do now that my glasses are safe. As I scoop up another bite of my eggs a sandal comes flying through the doorway and shatters my coffee pot. Before I could mourn over the loss of my beloved caffeine Luffy comes flying in next, smashing one of my dining chairs.
Why me?
"Hey Carter where you going?" He asks as he jumps up and brushes splinters from my poor chair off his clothes.
Without looking back I make my way up the stairs. "Back to bed"