"Are you serious?" The young man stared down at the horrible robber who was wearing all black and a home-made ski mask that looked like it was actually an old snow cap stretched over his face. In his hands were a whole load of stupid crap such as a DVD player, a clock and to top it all of, this guy was trying to get away with a desk top computer monitor. "What the hell are you doing? Don't you know that is just the screen part? It isn't the thing that makes the computer run, dumbass. And it is three in the morning, on a Saturday. Oh, I see you have a calendar as well, why don't you find today's date, shall we? It's a Saturday, dipshit! I wanna fuckin' sleep in, okay?"

The robber looked up at the young man's glaring green eyes and long black hair that hanging down past his shoulders. "Uh…sorry? I didn't know. About the computer that is."

Teresa looked up at the ceiling and wanted to curse the world. He had been sleeping soundly until he heard a damn racket downstairs and came to see what the hell it was.

"Really, man. You have to know how to rob a place before you actually do it!" He yelled at the shorter man who by his guesses was about a meter and half. Where as himself was about 1.8 meters and was ready to pound this robber's head in because he was annoyed with life.

"And second," Teresa continued, "that is a lame mask…I just can't help but laugh at how pathetic you are. My parents may be rich and have a big ass mansion, but come on! You suck at this!"

Coeur reached a hand off and removed the mask to reveal his whole face which was rather beat up and miserable looking. "Please… I have a debt I have to pay back or I'm going to die. I just kno-"

"Whatever." Teresa shot back, just wanting to try out some of his newest karate moves on this sad piece of shit. "I am not going to help."

"But…" Coeur felt tears begin to well in the corners of his deep green eyes. "I…I'll do anything. My sister is ill and-"

"Yeah… yeah… Heard that story. Move on, asshole."

"No, I mean, really ill! She… She has chronic bronchitis an-

"So what if she can't play the piano or what ever else they show on their ads…" Teresa yawned and leaned on the wall across from the window where he had found the not so brilliant robber trying to sneak off "Go home or I won't have to call the police. Or stay here and I'll beat your ass and call the cops because I can."

"Uh…Please… Don't beat me up!" Coeur cried, finally just flat-out crying. "I'm already beat up enough… Have mercy."

"Whatever." Teresa wasn't going to give any slack to an ass who dared to wake him up when he was actually sleeping peacefully for once. "I don't care."

With this, he nailed the robber in the face with his fist.

Teresa grinned.

Maybe his day wasn't so bad after all.

After nailing the smaller man in the face a third time, Teresa was too tired to hit him again. It had been such a long boring day at school and then life at home… it all really stacked up into a mess of nothing.

"And now?" He demanded of the stunned thief. "What shall it be? I go back to bed, let you rob this place and take things I don't really want. Or call the police to come get you?"

"The police?" Coeur was kinda glad he got punched in the face three times in a row. It really got his brain thinking. And think it did. "I wanna talk with them…"

"Okay that sou-why? What? Wait!" Teresa wasn't ready for this curve! "You want me to call the-damn, man… that's fucked up. Anyhow, I'll call them…stay here and don't eat anything. I like the food."

"Thanks?" Coeur called after the young man as he walked out of the beautiful Victorian study. "I guess?"

While whatever his name was out of the room, Coeur sat down on the priceless white and gold sofa that matched the cream wall paper in the room. He really was in a mess this time…

"Oye!"

Coeur nearly jumped ten feet in the air.

Once he got a hold of his nerves and realized it wasn't Vicente, he glanced behind him to see the young man holding a phone out to him.

"Dipshit Robber! It's the cops. Talk to them and tell them to come pick you up. They don't believe you're still here!"

Coeur smiled faintly and hesitantly put the phone up to his ear, only to say, "Um…thanks? What's your name?"

"Teresa."

Coeur burst out laughing, only to freeze as the young man glared at him. Fist ready to nail his already broken nose.

."Um… yeah, sorry, kid?" Coeur tried and Teresa backed down. "And um….hi, Mr. Cop. I shall co-operate with you all, I really suck at robbing and um… come pick me up and save me. You see, it all happened like this…"

Teresa sat down on the floor and yawned. This robber really sucked at his job and telling the cops what happened and ended up somehow telling them his 'sad' life story.

I can so beat that… Teresa scoffed, By a long shot. Try having parents who think you are invisible and you think Chronic Bronchitis is bad. Try what I have, dipshit.

Just as he were actually starting to doze off, Teresa was awoken by the sound of the front doorbell. "Aw…" He cracked an eye open and began to almost crawl to the door. Once he were on his feet, he opened it to see two Police Officers standing on the steps. "What do you want?"

The officer looked at the annoyed young man who was wearing white pajamas and looked very sleepy. "Um… we are here to pick up that robber, your sister Teresa sa-"

"Hold it right there." The young man said, holding up a hand. "I am Teresa and why? Because my mom thought she was having a girl and so ordered everything with that name on it and I got stuck with it. Is that clear?"

The two officers nodded.

"Now can you show us in, son?" The man asked as nicely as he could, knowing that no one liked to be up this late. Especially with a robber in the house. (Unless this was some kinda stupid prank).

Teresa nodded and lead them through the mansion to the study where Coeur greeted them with a smile. "Hi! I'm the robber. I… kinda failed and…And here!" He held out his hands to welcome handcuffs which were slapped on them seconds later.

"Why isn't this funny?" Teresa muttered, watching the robber be marched out of the study by the officers who were still taking no chances. "Have a nice day…whatever time it is… and you two, please get my back my stuff."

"Will do." The man said and opened the front door and lead Coeur out to the awaiting car. "Have a nice night, too. Thanks for calling."

Teresa rolled his eyes and slammed the front door shut, wishing people would just leave him alone.

Author's note: Sorry about all the cussing. But we have another, ladies and gentlemen! Thank you so much for reading and we almost have all our players!