All too soon, the evening came to an end. One by one each of your friends separated from the group to arrive at their own home. When you arrived at your home street, Bill spoke up, "So...I b-bet Peter and G-Georgie are asleep by now." You nodded as you propped the bike up on its stand, "I'm sure those two tired out your mom as well. Peter can be a handful sometimes." the two of you laughed as he opened the door, "M-mom, I'm home. I-I brought, (Y/N), too." She stuck her head out from the kitchen doorway, one hand holding a dish towel and the other a bowl. She smiled as she took in your appearance, "Hello, I hope you all had a good time. Peter is asleep on the couch." You smiled as you followed Bill to the living room. Her words couldn't have prepared you for what you saw. Bill stood there with a giant smile on his face that matched your own. Not only was Peter completely passed out with one shoe barely holding onto his foot but Georgie was laying halfway off the couch with his hand holding onto to some popcorn. Mrs. Denbrough came up behind the older siblings, "You're welcome to just let him stay the night, (Y/N). I wouldn't mind taking him to school tomorrow with Georgie."
Licking your lips as you thought about it, you nodded, "Yeah, it'd be a shame to wake him up. I'll let mom know when she gets home. I'm sure shed like the extra hour of sleeping in after her night out. Thanks, Mrs. Denbrough, it was nice to meet you. I better get home and go to sleep myself." She smiled, "No problem. I'll see you sometime tomorrow most likely." She waved politely as Bill walked you to the door, "I'll see you at school. Have a good night!" He watched from the doorway as you grabbed your bike and crossed the street. You waved at him once you reached the doorway. You reached your hand into your pockets, searching for you key. You could have sworn you had it earlier but you couldn't find it anywhere. Sighing exasperatedly you leaned the bike against the garage and walked around to the back door. It was locked as well. "Damn it all," You whispered to yourself as a you took a few steps backwards to see if you could climb up to the bedroom window. It was possible but it would be hell-a-trouble. You weren't the most athletic person in the world...actually you were far from it.
Carefully you grabbed onto the lattice that lined the back wall and hoisted yourself upwards. The woodwork already started to dig into your hands. After finding some better footing you grabbed further up and proceeded to pull yourself up a bit more. "Need a hand," a voice from behind you caused you to jump and lose your footing. Standing up off the ground from were you had landed you turned to look at who had spoken. It took you a minute to recognize him in the dark, but it was Robert from the arcade earlier, "Hey. Way to scare the crap out of someone. What are you doing back here?" He shrugged, pointing to the woods, "I live further out that way. I was on my way home when I saw you climbing. Thought maybe you needed some help?" He smirked as he looked from you to the windows upstairs, "That your room or...does it belong to someone else?"
You chuckled as you sat down on porch floor, "I totally have this crazy habit of sneaking into other people's bedrooms." His eyes seemed to glow a bit brighter as he laughed, "Wouldn't be that crazy to me." Smiling you sighed, as you pulled your knees as close to your chest as they would go, "It's mine...I lost my house key somewhere tonight. The backdoor was locked, so I figured I'd just climb up and well, you saw how that was going." He knelt down slightly in front of you, his tall frame seeming uncomfortable in such a stance, "I could help you out..." His voice seemed a bit deeper, "I'm very...athletic." You swallowed, as his eyes seemed to bore into your own, "Oh, is that so?" He smiled at your attempt to be sarcastic, his tongue licking his lower lip before nibbling on it, "Very." Suddenly the air began to feel a little tense; your heart sped up. Was he flirting? No...wait, was he? Standing up, you dusted off your jeans, "Okay, whats the plan?"
Robert smirked, "Just this." He walked up to the lattice, grabbing onto the top most part; quickly pulling himself over the wall. Once on top, he balanced himself and walked across the top of it before coming to the roof that led up to your window. He once again hauled himself up onto it without issue and carefully crept up to the window, slinking inside. You watched as his form disappeared into the shadows, he held up a stuffed bear that he had found, "Really? Aren't you a little old for this?" He chuckled at your glare, "Just come downstairs and unlock the door." He shrugged and threw the bear onto the bed before vanishing completely out of sight. It felt like forever before you heard the deadbolt clicking and the door swung open slightly. As you walked inside you couldn't see him anywhere.
You shut the door and turned the light on, whispering out into the empty house, "Robert? Where did you go?" Slowly you walked to the hallway, looking towards the left; then the right. Standing up straight you began to get nervous...what if there had been someone else in the house and Robert had gotten caught. You turned around to creep to the phone-Bam! The pantry door flew open, slamming into the kitchen wall as Robert jumped out at you, "Boo!" You clutched your heart as you let out a high-pitched scream. He bent over laughing outrageously at your reaction. Without thinking you reached out and slapped him, "Not funny, Robert!" He wiped the tears away that had formed, "I'm sorry. I couldn't resist." Rolling your eyes you opened the fridge, "Yeah, well, you're a jerk." You grabbed a soda and made your way up the stairs. He jogged up after you, "So, I never did get your name."
Turning the light on you answered him, "Oh, I'm sorry. My name is, (Y/N)." He pulled your vanity chair out, spinning it around before sitting on it with his arms overlapping across the top of the back, "Nice name. It's one of my favorites." His eyes followed you around as you picked up the things he had gone through while alone, "For only being in here a few seconds...you really made a mess." He shrugged, "I can be fast when I want to be." You handed him the other half of the apple, "Hungry?" He took it without replying and ate at it, "So...tell me about yourself?" You sat down on the edge of your bed, kicking off your shoes, "There's not much to tell. I just moved here from, (Old town), for my moms job. My dad died when we were young. Peter doesn't even remember him." He bit the inside of his cheek, "I've lived here for forever. It's a nice town, I'm sure you'll grow to love it."
Before you could answer, you heard the front door open, "(Y/N), I'm home." Sighing you yelled back out to your mom, "I'm upstairs, be down in a minute." When you turned around Robert was already heading out the window. He turned to face you once he was outside, "Well, It was nice hanging out, (Y/N)." You nodded in agreement as he stuck his hand in toward you, it looked like it was holding something. You reached out yours to grab what it was, "My house key!? Where did you find it?" He smirked mischievously, "You dropped it when you crashed your bike. See you around." He waved before jumping down to the ground below, slowly walking off into the woods. Your heart jumped. How did he know you had crashed your bike? You certainly would have remembered him being around at the time...oh well. You shrugged as you walked downstairs to tell your mom about Peter staying the night over at Georgie's. After a few minutes of talking with her you went upstairs to bed. If you had taken the time to look back out the window, there along the woodline, you have seen two fiery orange eyes staring up towards your room.
