A/N: ;; You guys hate me huh? I waited this beepin' long to update! Well I am being honest when I say I never intended to wait this long to update. I had thought you know, school being a bummer and stressful I would hold off until it ended…and you guys see how it's 2 months into summer for me and I still hadn't update…well I hope not all has been abandoned and hope you still look ;;

Well I might have put this off because I wasn't sure where to go from here…heh. Sorry, but I do now!

Well on to the beepin' story eh!

Slowly I walked out of the bedroom and into the kitchen, it may have little food, but there had to be at least some. Glancing hopefully into the fridge, my nose wrinkled up and shut it quickly, smelling rotten milk. The cupboards held nothing but plates and cups; the pantry like I noticed yesterday was gone of all canned food and non perishable food. Walking slowly into it I could see a couple of boxes, probably old and forgotten.

One was a mix for pancakes, the others were mashed potatoes and other things I had never heard of before.

I groaned as my stomach growled angrily and grabbed the pancake mix and mashed potatoes box.

You don't know how to make that pancakes or potatoes…

"I'm gonna learn," I said determinedly walking back into the kitchen.

My head ached and throbbed as I read the directions on the back of the boxes. They required milk but I shrugged figuring I could just use water and my stomach put up to much of a fight to care.

I walked over to the stove and was very please to see that it was not electric…

You're so damn lucky, if it was electric you'd starve.

Smiling I flicked on one of the tops and smiled bigger when the blue-ish flame spurted out.

"I'll make mashed potatoes now, because pancakes take longer to make." Smiling once again at my logic. I needed to re-energize, then find something for my headache and then take a shower.

After five minutes the mashed potatoes, though a bit runny were done. Quickly sitting at the table, (which I had set upright) I began to ate. Though my taste buds didn't exactly like it, my stomach was now full and I was able to focus more.

My thoughts turned back to the recent events and I felt saddened…I didn't know what happened to Bryan, he could be dead…and I was alone.

But he didn't want you to die, he did what he did to try and save you.

I got up and walked into the bedroom I had slept in, my steps sounding very soft against the floor. Timid, like I was.

Looking through the drawers again I found another pair of pajama bottoms, a dark blue and a thick sweater. I didn't know for sure what I planned to do…I would need to get new shoes if I left and then-"Shit!" I screamed realizing that when I took of my boots I had my money in them…seventy very important dollars. I would need if it had done anything I might had planned. (see A/N:1)

With my hand against my face I groaned loudly, "Just forget about it, I'll make it."

Damn right you will.

Continuing on with my previous plan I grabbed the change of clothes and walked into the bathroom. It was pretty small and simple, but held several fluffy and inviting towels.

Glancing at the mirror I gasped quietly, my face was pale and my hair was stringy and dead looking.

Well skin is made of dead skin cel-

"Shut up," I sad eyes narrowing at my reflection. I looked like a zombie from one of my brother's scary movies. Ones that had caused me to stay up all night in fear.

Forgetting about that I set my hand on the mirror, houses like this usually had that hidden shelf behind the mirror. And when I pulled on it I was correct. I smiled at it, seeing that it had all I needed.

Tylenol, Bengay and cough drops.

Smiling I pulled them out and set them in the sink while I started the water in the bath tub, I considered taking a shower, but it had no shower head.

While the bathtub filled up I took the Tylenol and stuffed a cough drop in my mouth. It had to because the water was so cold and I didn't properly dry off that I got this small cold.

Once the bathtub was full I stopped the water and stripped. I fought trying to get my legs out of the pants and almost tripped.

All we need is some music!

I snorted before muttering, "And boobs."

I slipped into the water and made a sound of contentment as the water enveloped my body, working at once to sooth all aches I had.

Thirty minutes later I was out of the bathroom and drying my short hair. My stomach was growling again and I decided that I should make the pancakes now that my mind was a bit clearer.

To say I was surprised to see what I saw in the kitchen was an understatement.

"Who the hell are you!" I yelled, at seeing a teenager my age at the stove flipping pancakes.

He turned around and smiled, "The mashed potatoes were horrible," He looked oddly familiar.

My eyes narrowed, "Well you try to cook something better." I said, angry that he had somehow gotten into the house and was now cooking, acting if nothing was out of the ordinary.

"I am," he said, smirking slightly. He handed me a plate with three pancakes, before sitting down at the table with a plate himself.

I looked suspiciously at them then at him, he was already shoveling them down his mouth.

"Mppphhh," He said smiling in satisfaction. He swallowed then smiled at me, "Much better."

I glared and probably pouted at him, he shrugged and went back to eating while I stared at him more.

He looked so familiar…

You've never met him before.

But I've seen him…

Maybe a passer-byer…

He smiled up at me again, before making ushering movements at my plate.

"Eat, Eat." They're not as bad as you may think.

"You're the guy…"

He looked at me strangely.

"The guy from the car and café" I said.

He looked at me more closely, before nodding.

"You were with that one guy,"

I nodded, we both didn't want to ask questions.

"It's Robbie," He said before resuming to eating his pancakes.

"Huh?" I said confused, before I realized he was talking about his name, "Oh, my name's Tammy"

He nodded, before finishing off the last bit of pancake he had left. Looking down I realized I had not even taken a bite and my stomach was protesting against this. Shrugging I picked up one, still slightly warm, and took a bite out of it. I smiled as the taste filled my mouth.

Way better than the mashed potatoes.

After finishing them off I realized that Robbie was staring at me, which made me feel self-conscious. I tried staring back at him, but his eyes just made me feel even more self-conscious. He was probably a bit older than me, but not by much, he was probably pretty popular in school considering his looks. He had that hair that brought fan girls, and these deep, intense eyes (Which had made the staring quite hard to do)

He realized he was staring and shook his head with an apologetic smile, "You just remind me of my younger sister."

"Oh," I muttered, hoping not to spark his interest in wanting to inform me of his sister. I looked over his shoulder out a small kitchen window and saw the sun fading

"It's getting dark," I commented randomly, hoping to stop his staring once again.

He nodded and picked up our plates. He placed them in the sink and sat back at the table.

"Seeing as how your companion and mine are gone, we'll have to stay together. 'Kay?"

You won't be alone.

I miss Bryan a lot, I had only known him for a bit, (and for all I know he could be a rapist) but we both were going through the same thing.

Everybody is.

But it was different, we had no one else, just us two.

That makes no sense.

Does it have to?

I nodded and he smiled softly, before getting up and looking out the kitchen window. With the new silence I was able to hear in the distance a loud noise, that sounded like stomping.

Robbie squinted outside the window, pressing his face against the window.

"This place doesn't happen to have a attic does it?"

"Wha-?" My eyes widening, jumping up, not bother to finish my question.

The stomping in the distance increased in closeness as I stood up. Robbie turned to me with a worry-etched face and I stopped in my tracks.

"I'd rather not know…" I turned around and walked down the hallway.

"It happens that there is an attic," I called out to him, I heard some noises of shelves opening and closing before his footsteps followed mine. Going to the corner of the hall that held the door I pulled the string and climbed up the seemingly unstable stairs slowly. Robbie followed right after, closing the door quickly.

There's urgency in this…something's going on.

"I don't like doing this," Robbie whispered, pulling me back to the spot right behind the attic pull out door. The attic was small and stuffy, mainly dark with small pockets of light in the roof. "But this is the best option." He said leaning against the wall. I slid down next to him, trying to get as close to him without it seeming odd. This fear of unknowing and sick anticipation was what turned me off of scary movies.

I jumped suddenly when I heard a loud bang, probably the front door getting knocked down. I began shaking all over, unable to stop and breathing oddly. Robbie obviously knew how to handle this, because with his left hand he massaged my shoulder, whispering soothing words until my breathing was more in rhythm. We heard scuffling on below us and crashing of things getting shoved and tossed around.

"We need to keep as quiet as possible, 'Kay?"

I nodded and he pulled me closer into his arms, I was still shaking but not as violently as before. I felt more calmer, and I breathed in and out steadily.

You can do this, they'll go away soon…they'll go away soon…

All my calmness flew away when the attic pull door was pulled down, the noises and crashes were heard more clearly.

A/N: So how did you like it? Was it cliffhanger-y much? Sorry for all grammatical errors. And I do plan to update faster! Review now, kay?

A/N:1 When she realized she lost her money, I was just typing when all of a sudden I remembered the money and I about knocked myself out with my hand, so yeah, part of that happened in real life. Lovely eh?