I put a box of cereal in my cart, and checked it off my list. I had been shopping for the past half an hour, and now I only had a few things left on my list.

I pushed the cart down the aisle, and scanned my list as I walked. I still needed pasta, and then I was ready to pay and leave.

I looked up as I walked. Pasta was on aisle 10, three aisles over on my right.

My cart ran into something, causing me to look back down to in front of me. Turns out, I had run into someone, not something.

Blaine.

I sighed. "Why the hell are you following me?" I asked.

"The whole 'dad in the hospital' thing was just a cover, wasn't it?" Blaine asked.

"I don't know what your talking about." I lied. I started walking down the aisle again. Blaine followed.

"I have to say though, I'm very impressed. It was a pretty good cover." Blaine continued.

"I still don't know what you're talking about." I said again, turning onto a new aisle.

"You can cut the act now. I know you have Major in your apartment." Blaine said.

I realized I had three options now; run away, continue to pretend not to know what he was talking about, or to try a new angle.

"Okay, so lets say hypothetically, I do have someone in my apartment. What would happen?" I asked. I glanced at my list again, then realized I was on the wrong aisle. Shit.

"Well, I would ask for him back." Blaine said.

"Never. You'll kill him, or do something worse." I said.

"He did tell you who he is right? He's a murderer." Blaine said.

"And you aren't?" I asked. "He told me about Meat Cute, and all of those kids you killed." I stated, grabbing a box of pasta. I checked it off of the list.

"Shh! You can lower your voice a little bit." Blaine said, quickly looking around.

I rolled my eyes, and started working my way to the cask register.

"Look, I need Major to do something for me. I also need some information from him." Blaine said.

"How come you can't get your own hands dirty?" I asked, walking up to the cash register. I started putting food on the belt, as the cashier started ringing things up.

"I could if I wanted to." Blaine said. "But that's besides the point."

"Yeah. The point is, I'm not handing him over to someone like you." I said.

Blaine glared at me. "You know, you can't stay in that apartment forever." Blaine said.

I looked at him. "Was that a threat?" I asked.

Blaine shrugged. "Maybe it was, maybe it wasn't." He said. He walked away, leaving me with that little 'food for thought' sentence.


I got into my car and leaned my head against the drivers wheel. "Why does my life have to be so hard?" I muttered.

I started up my car, then turned the radio on. Safe and Sound by Capital Cities started playing. "I'm anything but safe and sound." I said. I started driving.

There was much more traffic now then there had been on my drive down. Probably because it was 11, so people were going on their lunch breaks. Or maybe it was just the normal traffic that usually happened sometime during the day.

I sighed as I stopped for a red light. I just wanted to go home, collapse on my bed, and never have to wake up again. Then I would be safe from Blaine and all of this zombie nonsense.

I pulled up to my apartment building and parked my car across the street again. Then I grabbed my shopping bags and headed inside.

Stewart was arguing with someone in the hallway inside. "Stewart, I'm back now." I told him, interrupting the argument.

Stewart looked at the man he was arguing with. "This guy wanted to head up to your room. Now that you're back, you can take care of him." Stewart said. He walked back into his room and slammed the door.

I winced as the door slammed shut, causing the whole building to shake a little bit. Then I turned to the man. "So, um, where you looking for me, or what?" I asked him.

"Not exactly." He said. He had a British accent, dark skin, and a beard.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"Well, Major called me and said-" I interrupted him there. "Oh, so you're Major's friend, or roommate?" I asked.

"Yes." He said.

"Well, come on up then." I said. We started walking up the stairs.

"Here, I'll help grab your bags." He said.

"Thanks." I said, handing him some of the bags I was holding. "I live on the next floor, so it's not a super long climb." I said as we walked.

"So, how exactly did you come across Major?" He asked.

"You mean he didn't tell you yet?" I asked. He shook his head.

I remembered how Major had said no one else knew his secret life he lived. "I'll let Major explain to you." I said. I stopped walking in front of my door, and knocked. "Major! Open up!" I called out.

There were some lock clicks, and then the door opened. Major stood behind it. "Tegan, you're back. I was starting to worry." He said. He noticed the man I was with. "Ravi!" He exclaimed with relief.

"Major you look awful, what happened?" The man, Ravi, asked. We walked into my apartment, and I closed the door behind us, and locked it.

"I'm fine Ravi." Major said.

As they started talking, I walked into the kitchen with the grocery bags. I put the food and other stuff away into the cupboards, fridge, and on the countertops. I glanced at my phone, and realized that Bon had called me a couple of times.

I grabbed my phone and dialed his number. As it started ringing, I glanced out the window. It had started to rain, and some poor car had its roof down, which meant it was filling up with water.

"Hello?" Bon asked on the line. I hadn't realized he had answered.

"Hey, sorry. It's Tegan." I said.

"Hey Tegan. How's your friend doing?" Bon asked.

I peeked out into the living room. Major and Ravi were talking about something.

"He's doing okay. I think. One of his friends came over." I said.

"So, now there's two mysterious people over at your house." Bon pointed out.

"Do I detect a hint of protectiveness in your voice?" I asked, a smile growing on my face.

"Maybe you do, maybe you don't." Bon said.

I laughed.

"Look, all I'm saying, is that now you're outnumbered." Bon said.

"It's not like one of them are going to try and kill me." I said.

"I know, I know, just..." Bon trailed off.

I sighed. "If it really bothers you, I guess you can come over too." I said, leaning against the wall.

"Oh good, because I'm outside now." Bon said.

"What?" I asked. I looked out the window. Bon was looking up at me, standing in the pouring rain on the sidewalk. He smiled. I rolled my eyes. "You're such a loser." I said into the phone.

"Then I guess we're losers together. I'll be up in a minute." Bon said.

I hung up the phone and put it down on the counter. I couldn't help but smile.