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Chapter 2: Good Hospitality

I slammed my fist on the front door a couple of times. I'm beginning to feel even more nervous, inviting this man to my house. What would my mom think? She trusts me not to go to strangers, especially take them with you to your home. But Otto isn't a stranger, right? I may not know how old he is or what his middle name is or where he really, really lives in New York before the incident, but I have all the knowledge needed.

I know this guy enough to fall in love with him. Surely, there's proof in that.

Besides, my mom isn't home right now, just out at work on this freaky job of hers by testing retarded people. I mean, I wouldn't mind her helping people out, but every time I'm near the retarded ones at her work, it just freaks me out.

It's spring break right now, so I'm free at home from school. But there's a cost though, I have to babysit my little brothers.

The most annoying one is Charles. He's 3 years younger than me, being 11 years old and in the 5th grade. The only thing I like about him is that he shares the same interests with me (most of the time). We both like Linkin Park and other punk/metal music, we like anime and watching Adult Swim at night, we play and make computer games, and we even love to play Yu-Gi-Oh cards. What pisses me off all the time is that he teases too much, even for his own good. He would comment and embarrass me of my liking for Otto, saying stupid comments like "Ooh, you love him so much, you wanna marry him," or "What are you drawing? You with Doc Ock in bed?" He makes me mad!

The youngest is Sean. He's a perfect example for 'never judge a book by its cover'. He's a total cutie for a 1st grader; he has brown curly hair and chirpy voice. He sometimes reminds me of Otto himself. But for a little kid like him, he's a brat. Really. He's a video game expert, one of the greatest I've ever seen. He's so addicted to the games, ever since he started playing at 11 months old. The good thing about though, it taught him how to read. He's on third-grade level reading, and by far, I'm impressed.

What would they say if I let Otto into the house? Would Charles say my fanship has gone too far? Would Sean get scared of the real metal tentacles?

But then, I don't care. I'm the oldest sister of the house. I'm the big boss. I'm helping Otto, and I don't give a damn if they say otherwise. This is supposed to be a good thing.

After a few seconds, Charles unlocked the door and opened it.

My heart skipped a beat. Here it goes, I pray for the best response...

"Crystal?" Charles asks, staring at the man I'm carrying. We were in silence.

"C-c-c-c-c-crystal?" Charles kept stuttering. He was shocked.

"Not now Charles! Help me get him in." Charles moved out the way with his eyes bigger than golf balls. I walked up to the white couch and laid Otto down there. He sat all the way back on the couch, rather than sitting up, as if trying to feel comfortable. This stuff is almost too easy. I made it sound as if I knew what to do.

But that's because it's the truth.

I always dreamed of Otto living in this world, and I always thought up plans and ways to welcome him to my home. I'm willing,

Otto looks up at me. My heart sank. If ever, they were the saddest eyes I've ever seen, like they're out-of-this-world. Rosie sure picked the right man to love.

He looked like he wanted to speak, but he changed his mind, which occurs to me that I have work to do. I head to the bathroom for bandages and alcohol. Otto has a few cuts and bruises, and they're bleeding freely.

"Crystal, what are you doing." Charles asked me, following me to the bathroom. It didn't sound much of a question, more of a statement.

"Helping somebody, what do you expect?" I searched through the closet for bandages.

"But sis, mom is not here! What if this guy kidnaps or kills or..."

I stopped whatever I was doing and sighed. I do have some explaining. I turned to my little brother with sure and strong eyes, a look of hey-I-know-what-the-hell-I'm-doing-so-don't-do-anything-dumb.

"Trust me Charles. He won't hurt a couple of kids. Otto wouldn't hurt a fly."

"You're way over your head, you know that?! You like Doc Ock so much, why wouldn't you call him Dr. Octopus for once?! You think he wouldn't kill, but I know Spiderman villains! They kill and will kidnap you for ransom money! Get him out the house, or I'm calling mom!" Charles practically screamed. He looked worried, something I have never seen before. He was usually mischievous and stupid, usually he's the one that should be worried about.

I didn't realize that Otto could've heard what he blurt out. I covered my hands on Charles' mouth and threw him on the wall. My voice was in a whisper, but strong and threatening. I'm taking this crap seriously.

"Charles," I whisper. "Do not call mom. I'm welcoming this man to the house to help him. I know what I'm doing. And if ever, mom would do the same thing. Trust me. I know what I'm doing, just watch."

I grabbed the bandages and alcohol and bolted out the bathroom, also grabbing the phone that was resting nearby in the process.

Sometimes, Charles has to give me a break sometimes. I really need it at this minute.

To be continued...

Next: Introductions and Chicken soup

Thanky for reviewy! I'm posting everyday for now on!

mystical gurl- Thanks! I like otto's eyes too!

ShadowDemonGengar- Well, I'm trying my best to try to have Otto not do Ooc... and well, thanx for the advice as well!

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Amalie- What are you saying?! There are tons of Doc Ock fangirls out here! Look in my profile in 'favorite stories'! They should review some Ock fics written by Ock fangirls! You're not the only one kiddo!

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