Hey guys, I'm really happy as this story is getting more attention than I was expecting it to get! But due to the storyline, I'm going to use material and characters from Marvel comics. It's not going to become a crossover, but they will feature heavily in the story. Also, I want to say what Harry and Kayla look like. Harry's actor lookalike would be Andrew Garfield, and Kayla would look something like a cross between Kiera Knightley and Megan Fox. Thanks!

Later that day I was playing Slender with Harry in the living room. Mara and Mick were in the library (I think Mara is helping Mick with his exam work) and Nina, Fabian, Amber, Alfie, Patricia, Eddie, Joy and Jerome had disappeared somewhere.

So it was just the Reagans.

"I guess we had a good day." Harry told me, his eyes not averting from the laptop screen.

"I know. But it's kinda sad here, there's nothing to do." I whined.

"Maybe we can go out on Friday." Harry suggested.

"Why Friday?"

"We get up too late on weekends." He explained and I nodded in agreement.

"Shizer. He's over there." Harry pointed to the screen where Slenderman was lurking. We both have a habit of swearing in German.

"Ah! Found another note." I cried out. But our gaming was interrupted by an incoming video call. "Oh god, it's Fury." I moaned. Harry accepted the call.

"Agents Reagans." Fury greeted. Fury was a formidable character, complete with an eye patch and numerous scary looking scars. On the screen in the background I could see various people with earpieces and guns scurrying around the dull corridors.

"Hey." Me and Harry chorused grimly.

"Anything yet?" Fury asked.

"Um, no. We're trying to establish strong relationships first. Then they won't be as suspicious." Harry explained.

"Good. After what happened last year, these kids won't trust anyone easily. Update me on anything you uncover. Fury out." Fury finished and the video call ended. Harry sighed and lay down on the carpet with his hands behind his head, messing up his already messy brown hair.

"I don't like this." He whispered.

"Neither do I. But it's our job." I sighed and lay down next to him.

"As soon as this is over and we get back to Frank and Lucy, we're not doing this for a while." He said while playing with a strand of my hair.

"Mmmm." I replied in agreement.

Suddenly the door opened and Trudy hurried in with bags of shopping. "Hello Harry, Hello Kayla!" She chimed.

God, she's perky.

"Do you know where the rest are?" She asked, obviously meaning our missing housemates.

"No idea. Mara and Mick might be in the library though." Harry replied and got up from his place on the floor, and yawned while stretching.

"How was your first day then?" Trudy asked while unpacking the groceries.

"It was okay. I think Mr Sweet was clearly impressed with our amazing intellectual skills." Harry mocked and turned off the laptop that was still on the floor.

"That's good. It isn't easy starting at a new school a little in to the new academic year." Trudy smiled, and started loading food into the fridge.

We heard footsteps outside in the hallway and Nina, Fabian, Eddie, Patricia, Joy, Alfie, Jerome and Amber came into the room, talking indistinguishably amongst themselves.

"Oh! Where have you lot been?" Trudy asked, placing her hands on her hips.

"Outside." Fabian mumbled with a grave face. Nina looked pale.

"You're just in time to help with dinner, then!" Trudy smiled.

"Why can't Kayla and Harry help?" Joy moaned.

"Because they don't have chores this week if I remember correctly." Trudy dismissed.

I caught Jerome's eye and smirked at him, and he weakly smiled back before his expression was worry again.

Something is definitely up.

Mara and Mick then bustled in smiling and laughing. At least they're having a good time.

"Ah, Mick and Mara! You're helping!" Trudy chorused whilst putting a floral apron on. Mick and Mara groaned before laughing again, much to the stares of fellow housemates.

Silence.

"Wow, you can literally feel the awkwardness." Harry sneered, while making 'feeling' gestures with his hands. Me, Mara, Mick and Trudy laughed, but the others didn't make a sound.

"I think I might go upstairs." Nina said quietly. She turned away and left the room, the others following suit, leaving just five of us (including Trudy) in the room. Mick raised his eyebrows.

"They're rather down in the dumps, aren't they?" Trudy smiled, trying to make conversation.

"Trudy, can we go out this Friday?" I asked.

"Of course! Where would you like to go?"

One look at Harry and I knew what he wanted.

"Um, it depends if Frank and Lucy have sent them, but is there a local skate park?"

"I think there's one in a nearby village." Trudy replied, and starting chopping up some carrots.

"Okay, thanks Trudy!" I thanked her before me and Harry left to go upstairs. We both paused at my room, and strained our ears to listen to hushed whispers. We both looked at each other and without talking Harry opened the door. Every housemate was in there apart from Mick and Mara who were downstairs. They all looked startled at our sudden entry.

"What were you guys talking about?" I asked innocently before sitting myself next to Jerome on my bed.

"Oh, nothing." Amber murmured, thinking me and Harry hadn't heard anything.

But we did.

"Do you know when supper is ready?" Joy asked.

"Uh, didn't ask." Harry cut in. "But this Friday me and Kayla are going out. Does anyone wanna come?" Harry asked.

"We have to, it's like a rule." Nina told us before snuggling up to Fabian.

"Okay then…" I sighed.

This was awkward.

"Are you all alright?" Harry asked everyone.

"Oh yeah… we're fine, really." Everyone half-heartedly replied. Me and Harry looked at each and our suspicions were confirmed.

We definitelyknew what was going on.

"Oh!" Amber exclaimed.

"Something wrong?" Harry muttered, but I don't think he honestly cared about Amber's safety.

"The dance is this Saturday!" She chattered.

"Oh yeah!" Joy and Nina exclaimed at the same time.

"I already have my dress!" Amber squealed. "We need to buy you one, Kayla!"

"Oh hell no. I ain't goin' to no dance." I moaned, and took a swig from a Mountain Dew bottle that was by my bed.

"But you have to!" Joy pleaded.

"No. No. No." I cried.

"Oh come on Kayla, it might be fun." Harry teased. I lifted my head slowly and growled at him.

"Yeah Kayla! It might be fun!" Jerome teased as well.

"Please Kayla!"

"You have to be there!"

"It's going to be so fun!"

"MAYBE!" I shouted.

Everyone burst into laughter, including myself.

"I'm not a dance type. Except that under sixteen's night at that club around the corner a couple of years ago. D'ya remember it, Harry?" I asked while relieving memories.

"Do I remember it? That night I got so sweaty you could've purified it and watered Central Park!" Harry laughed.

"Do you remember Alec?" I asked while fighting laughter.

"What, that guy who was actually eighteen that you almost got to second base with?" Harry laughed, almost in tears.

"That's the one." I sighed.

"And that kid who had an asthma attack outside 'cos another kid punched him?" Harry asked.

I nodded enthusiastically.

"Ah, memories." We both sighed at the same time.

"Wow, I guess you guys had an eventful childhood." Fabian smiled.

"Sounds awesome."

"Kayla Reagan, fourteen years old, almost got to second base with a guy four years older than her." Harry declared.

"Impressive." Patricia complimented me.

"So will you come to the dance?" Amber squealed.

"Sure, why not." I smiled in defeat, and the group cheered.

"Can I just ask, will there be vodka?" Harry asked.

Everyone fell silent.

"What?" He smirked. "I like vodka."

"ANYWAY." Alfie began, averting a rather adult subject, and everyone started laughing again.

"We need to get you a dress Kayla!" Joy chattered.

"I think I might have something." I concluded, and dragged myself off my bed and walked over to my wardrobe, and started pulling out random garments.

"No."

"No."

"Maybe."

"A possibility."

"No."

"No."

I muttered to myself while throwing the rejects onto Jerome, who was still positioned rather weirdly on my bed.

"Okay, so maybe I need to get something."

"Um, yes, yes you do!" Nina smiled and laughed again.

"Um, excuse me?" Jerome asked from under a pile of clothes. "Why am I buried underneath a mountain of teenage girl clothing?"

"Because you were too lazy to move ya fat ass." Harry told him and took a swig from a Mountain Dew bottle that I had discarded on the floor.

"I'm not fat!" Jerome cried, sitting up suddenly while laughing.

"DINNER!" Trudy called from downstairs.

"Be careful not to overdo it Clarke, the floorboards have just been replaced." Harry sneered before ducking from a pillow Jerome threw at him. Jerome scrambled off my bed and launched himself at Harry, but Harry was too quick for him and was already out the door.

"YOU'RE AS GOOD AS DEAD, REAGAN!" Jerome screamed in the doorway.

"YOU'LL NEVER CATCH ME ALIVE, JACKASS!" Harry shrieked.

Everybody started laughing again as Jerome ran out the doorway and down the hall where I presume Harry was hiding. We all got up and bustled out the doorway into the corridor, still giggling from the recent antics. After having an interesting chat with Patricia about My Chemical Romance, we entered the dining room and found Harry and Jerome still absent from the table. After we took our seats we could hear Jerome and Harry upstairs arguing with lots of crashing and laughing, but then there was a massive crash followed by lots of little bangs and then another crash that made us all get up and investigate.

"What the hell-"

We found Harry and Jerome sprawled on the floor near the stairs, eyes and mouths wide with shock before they both started laughing like there was no tomorrow.

"OW!" Jerome laughed, still in the exact same position we had found him. On his side, legs crossed and one arm twisted under his body. Harry was right next to him, his arms over his head and on his front, his legs almost doing the splits.

"What on earth happened?" Trudy spoke from the doorway, still wearing her floral apron.

"We-we… we were fighting at the top of the stairs, and then Jerome slipped… and then we were on the floor." Harry stuttered in between laughs.

"So you basically fell down the stairs?" Eddie asked.

"Pretty much." Jerome laughed, and had finally picked himself off the floor and pulled Harry up.

I grabbed Harry's hand and pulled him back into the dining room and sat him down, as he was still too hysterical to perform basic human actions. Amber then started to chatter about the upcoming dance that she and Joy had organized, but I only heard glimpses of the conversation.

"Oh my God! I have the perfect dress!"

"Joy, can I borrow your purple bag?"

"Oh yeah! Amber, I need to borrow some heels!"

"I need to borrow your lip-gloss Neens, it has the perfect tone for my dress!"

I decided that I needed to contribute to the conversation, somehow.

"SSsss- hussshhh-sanghasssss-hushtttssss-ankassshhhhtttsss"

The table stopped talking.

Everyone looked at me enquiringly.

I tried to put on a puzzled look.

"Um, guys, it's rude not to answer, she's obviously speaking to you in parseltongue." Harry pretended to look disgusted."Hasssshhh-ttt-sushhh-taasssssss." Harry spoke. We pretended to have a conversation in parseltongue, and everyone except Mara and Mick contributed to the 'conversation' in one way or another.

"Has anyone ever been doing something then suddenly thought, oh my god! Every second I do doing nothing is wasting a second of my life!" Harry spoke to no-one in particular.

"I did that last week while playing Skyrim." I said while shovelling brownie into my mouth.

"Well, that's depressing." Eddie joked.

"What does everyone want to do after they graduate?" Nina asked everyone.

Oh no. She asked about 'the subject'.

"Well, I want to go into sport, and everyone probably knows that." Mick laughed.

"Anyone else?" Nina asked hopefully.

"A peacock trainer." Harry declared.

Everyone looked at him.

"JUUUSSST KIDDING." Harry smiled, before leaning back and yawning.

"Let's get started on our Science, Mick." Mara told Mick and they went upstairs.

"When's the Science due?" Eddie asked.

"Friday." Nina replied while scooping up plates.

"I'll do it Thursday then." Eddie yawned.

"Eddie!" Fabian smirked.

"Scrap that, Friday morning." He joked.

"We can just print off our old essays, can't we Harry?" I asked my twin.

"Yeah." He sighed.

"Right, who wants to watch another Walking Dead epsisode?"