It began as such an ordinary day…

(Yes, you can kill me now for the most cliché beginning in the history of literature but fuck you I can do what I want.)

I woke up – obviously. What was I going to do? Sleep forever? Nah, that's not logical. I brushed my teeth, ate breakfast like I normally do. After that I went back to my room and started reading some fanfic. Just my standard morning routine for the weekends.

Have I bored you to death yet? Well, just hand on a bit longer. I'm getting to the good shit in a second. Jesus! Kids these days have no patients, I swear…. Never mind…. I'm 14…. Whatever. I don't have to explain myself to you!

Anyway, I was just reading a fanfic; laughing at the jokes, squealing and rolling around on my bed at the fluffy parts, dry heaving trying to not cry during the sad parts (No, I so did not cry, for your information!)…. Reading *cough*the smut*cough*… No comment.

So, I wake up pretty late compared to the rest of my family, so my parents don't usually check to see if I'm dead until around noon. So it was really weird when I had been left alone all this time and it was already two in the afternoon. I hadn't heard anything. All day. I have two younger brothers. I'm never left alone for this long.

Oh my God! Had they been murdered?!

Well, Julia – that's my name, just like, by the way – I guess you have to leave Eren and Levi (fanfiction) and go check around your house. Y'know, to make sure homicide hadn't been committed inside your home. 'Cause that's what matters. Whether or not it happened inside your house. I don't give a fuck if a homicide happened on the road outside. Because that's not fucked up.

Where was I again? Oh, right: checking my house for a homicide.

Moving on… I grabbed the Nerf sword I stole from my brothers a few weeks ago and started tip-toeing around my house like a mother-fucking spy. Living room? No.

Kitchen? Nope.

The other bedrooms? Nada.

I guess I'll check the upstairs…. *cue ominous music they play in crappy horror movies*

I take a step up the stairs. Creeeeak. Are you fucking kidding me?

Fucking creaky stairs. Are you trying to make this a creepy as possible?

Anyway, I reach the top of the landing. For those of you who haven't been in my house, (hopefully that's all of you, you creepy stalkers!) There is a door separating the top floor from the rest of my house. I kinda stare at that door for a while.

I can hear somebody/thing rustling on the other side. And it's starting to scare me. Go on Julia. Open the door, do it.

Okay, I grab the handle. And turn it a quietly as humanly possible. I open the door.

There's some guy on his hands and knees, butt in the air, looking through our video games. Damn. Nice ass.

Wait. Focus. There is some random guy in your house. He's not either of my brothers; he too old for that. My brothers are both around ten, and this guy looks like he's in his mid-twenties. And there's no way my dad would let his pants sag that much.

But that weird two-toned undercut does look familiar. But where do I know it from?!

Suddenly weird hair guy gets up. It surprised me, so I made this peculiar "eep" noise.

Weird hair guy jumps and turns to look at me, "Jesus fucking Christ!"

Hold on a second. Now that I can see his face, I know that I know who he is! But who do I know that has an undercut? Or for that matter, who do I know in real life that is in their twenties?

Wait.

No.

He looks exactly like-

"Jean?"