That night, Justin and Tiffany both fell asleep on the couch. Their love was strong, something he felt privileged to have in his life of misery. Tiffany was definitely the one for him. Even if she wasn't entirely into sex or porno, she still made him feel like he was wanted in this age.
She fell asleep, still securing him in her arms. He never felt like this before. Sure, they've had their fair share of sweet and wholesome moments together, but this was as wholesome as it gets.
I love her... I NEED to get an engagement ring soon.
As they were sleeping, it was suddenly interrupted by a mysterious noise coming from his bedroom.
"H-Huh?" he said to himself. As much as he wanted to get up and investigate, he physically couldn't, as he was still being spooned by his sweet and loving partner.
I may need to wake her up...
"Hey, Tiffany?" he said, trying to awaken the blondie.
"Uh... W-What? Everything alright?" she said, suddenly waking up from a peaceful sleep.
"I think someone's in our house."
"Babe." she said, "It's probably nothing. You're hearing things again."
But as soon as she was about to drift back to sleep, she heard the same sounds coming from his bedroom.
"Oh shit... You're right."
Tiffany got up to go investigate, Justin slowly following. The sounds coming from his bedroom were a bit hard to decipher, but listening to it made them realize that there was a person in there.
"What are they saying?" he whispered.
"I dunno. They sound like they're speaking French or some shit."
This alarmed both of them. There was an obvious foreign invader breaking into their house at 4 AM. It was a rather scary situation to be in.
Tiffany looked at him, realizing that he was afraid. She then decided to take a chance at catching this home invader.
"On three, I'm gonna open the door. Be ready."
He nodded, playing along with her somewhat improvised plan.
This can't be good...
"1... 2... 3!" she said, immediately busting the door open and alarming the unwanted guest.
"Vot derʹmo!" the stranger shouted. Next thing they knew, they jumped out of the window, making a swift escape.
"Damn it!" Justin said, realizing that their plan didn't quite work out.
Tiffany turned on the light, seeing if anything was stolen or damaged.
"Did they steal anything?" she asked, making sure that her boyfriend's belongings were still in tact.
"Let's see..." he said, looking around. It seemed as if the invader left everything untouched.
"Looks like we got them right on time. Nothing looks to be broken or stolen."
"Whew!" she sighed in relief. The last thing they needed was to get robbed literally a day after JD had attempted suicide.
She locked the window and took him back to the living room.
He sat on the couch, not too pleased with this sudden disturbance.
"Great, now I'm too afraid to sleep." he stated, feeling more anxiety.
"It'll be fine. I would call the police, but there's literally no evidence of them being here." Tiffany stated.
Yeah, that and CCPD are a bunch of incompetent bastards.
"Ugh... What the hell is happening?" he said, putting his hands on his head. First, it was a suicide attempt, now it's a potential break-in. Things couldn't possibly get any worse...
She realized that he was getting stressed out.
"It's fine, babe. We just need to be more aware in case it ever happens again."
"Y-Yeah. You're right."
She then laid him back down on the couch, continuing their rather wholesome cuddling session.
Whoever was here must have a vendetta against me. Shit, I hope he didn't send any mercenaries after me...