Randy knocked bashfully against the maroon door, soon backing away from the door to twist his finger in a nervous lock. Howard, who stood next to the way-too-nervous boy. He then soon opened his mouth, about to say something before the door cracked open, green orbs peering at them.
The eyes bored into them before the door opened, exposing the black-haired boy from before, his left arm wrapped into an inked cast. He used his other hand to stuck a sucker in his mouth as he watched them.
It was quiet between them until a girl, nearly identical to the boy, came up to the boy, slamming her fist hard against his head.
"I know that we told you to stay in bed!" She hissed darkly, grabbing his ear and twisting it hard to the right, "Why didn't you stay in bed, Alan?"
"Ow, ow! Alex! I was," Alan pried her fingers off his ear, "I was in bed but then I heard, ow, knocking and no one was getting the door! Stop babying me!"
"I have to baby you," his twin, apparently Alex, exclaimed, finally letting go of his ear, "because I'm your older sister!" She then turned, retreating some different part of the house. Alan mocked her silently, finally turning to them.
"Who are you and how'd you get this address?" His blunt question and strong glare was enough for them to shiver, trying to hide behind each other. The Walker family is scary...
"W-We're friends of N-Nat, H-Howard and R-Randy," the taller boy of the duo stuttered, trying to avoid the older boy's green glare, "and I-I live a-across the street."
A smirk curled onto Alan's lips, showing how amused he was. "So you're Randy! Nat is constantly going on about her huge cru-!"
"What are you doing out of bed?"
The trio of boys turned towards the voice, surprised to see Nat standing there with a bag filled with cake ingredients and sweets (more specifically chocolate and candy hearts). The black-haired boy groaned at the way the conversation had turned.
"I'm done with this family," he declared, "and I'm going to bed." She raised an eyebrow before shrugging, heading inside of the house.
"You guys can come in," she said with a smile causing them to follow her in, "Is mom home?" She shouted, going into the kitchen and setting the bag down, before dropping her purse.
She turned onto them, her eyes confused but she kept her smile. "So what exactly do I owe the pleasure?"
"Happy Valentine's Day," they chimed together causing her smile to grow slightly wider. She opened her mouth to say something but she was cut by another voice.
"Hi, honey!"
A woman with dark brown hair and bright blue eyes entered the room, walking over to Nat and kissing her temple before moving over to Howard and Randy, doing the same thing. "Aw, sweetie, when did you get shorter?"
"That's not Alex, mom," Nat turned, going to organize the items she bought. Her mom peered down at Howard, suddenly pulling away.
"I'm sorry about that..."
"Howard," Nat interjected before gesturing towards the taller boy, "and Randy." She tooked a bar of McChocolate and unwrapped it and bit into it, chewing slowly.
"Oh, well I have a job interview, " she went to the fridge, pulling out a paper bag that was probably her lunch and twirled, "how do I look?"
Nat took a bite of her chocolate, "Old and desperate," she responded blankly before smiling, "you look professional and determined, ready to take on anything."
"Glad you think so," her mother returned, "remember, no getting hyper on 'Forever-Alone-Food'." Nat nodded, taking another bite.
"I'll try but no promises."
"And no boys in the house past five, unless they're Alan, of course," she continued, "I'll be leaving now. Alex is in charge."
She hummed as she waved off her mother before turning to her two friends. "Thanks, you two," her eyes brightened, "I have something to give you something. Follow me!"
Nat exited the kitchen, heading you up the stairs before opening a purple-painted door and entering a blue and purple room.
She got down on her knees, digging an arm under her bed before she pulled out a box labeled "Unwanted" and started digging into it.
"Two copies of Grave Puncher: Monkeys, Zombies, and Fists and the Brock Octane featured McFist pad." She laid each item down in their respected pile for each respected boy before shoving the box back under her bed.
"You didn't have to do this..."
"Yeah! Free stuff!"
She smiled lightly, rubbing her dusty hands off of her jeans. "Eh, it's fine. My uncle is Hannibal McFist so I usually get free stuff like this all the time."
I might have feelings for the niece of my worst enemy, Randy thought, the irony... "T-Thanks," he blushed darkly at the thought of his own crush on her and started to avoid her gaze, "f-for the stuff." He glanced over at Howard, who was tapping on the McFist pad.
He elbowed the redhead, causing him to flinch, mumbling under his breath. "Y-Yeah, thanks, Nat." She nodded , standing up and clapping her hand to get rid of the rest of the dust.
She pinched her earlobe, giving him a smile and soon he was reminded of the habits of one of his friend, Diamond, who had moved away when he was younger.
"Randy," her voice broke him out of his thought, pulling him back into the present as she peered at his face, "want to help me makes some 'Single's Chocolate Cake'?" She took another bite of her chocolate, raising an eyebrow when he blushed.
He nodded, carefully grabbing her outstretched hand with his own. "Sure," he said carefully, "I'll help you make some cake."
"Thanks," she smiled at him carefully, pulling him down the stairs.
Once again, he thought, I wouldn't mind dating her.