A/N: I know I said the next one would be out next week, but hey, in celebration of the premier of MU, I decided I would make the exception! :D I couldn't see it today, but I'm probably going to see it next week, I hope it's as good as everyone says it is! :) To all those MU and MI fans, cheers! Well, happy reading!
Randall yawned and opened his eyes. Was it morning? He glanced at the window. It was still dark outside. He glanced over at Kimmie's pink digital clock that was perched on her nightstand. It was only 5 but he was starving. Surely he could wait until everyone else was up?
He then glanced over at Kimmie, who was still sleeping. Her face was so peaceful, her long red, curly locks curtained her small, doll like face. A light spray of freckles covered the bridge of her little button nose and her plump, pink lips were slightly parted as she inhaled deeply. Her delicate little hand was draped over a stuffed bear while the rest of her body had kind of curled up into a ball sometime during the night. Randall felt himself smiling and let it drop quickly.
As he started to drift back into sleep, his stomach growled. He quietly and slowly got out of bed, taking great care not to wake Kimmie and padded out of the room. He found his way to the kitchen and made his way to the fridge. He just needed something to munch on so he could go back to sleep. Finding nothing in the fridge, he turned to the fruit basket on the counter. As he picked himself out a nice, juicy apple, a yell sounded from behind him. The lights flooded on, momentarily blinding him. Randall whipped around in surprise and dropped the apple. He flinched at the clunking sound but didn't take his eyes off the man that stood in front of him. Or more like the man that was cowering in front of him.
"What on earth-" the man mumbled, his eyes as wide as dinner plates. He was young, probably in his early thirties, but Randall had never seen him before. Was this some kind of robbery? A small form appeared behind him and Randall recognized Bree.
"Dad, why'd you yell? What's going-" Bree rubbed her eyes sleepily and looked up but froze when she saw the scene in front of her. It struck Randall at that moment that the man must be Adam.
"Bree, stay back. It's a monster!" Adam said in a hushed tone.
Randall opened his mouth to say something, but Bree quickly shook her head and made a slicing motion over her throat. Randall closed his mouth and gulped.
"Dad, I can explain-" Bree started.
"No, this thing is dangerous, behind me!"
"No! Dad! He's Randall! He's our pet!" a squeaky little voice sounded from behind Adam. Bree and Adam stepped back to reveal Kimmie.
"Kimmie, what are you doing up?" Adam asked softly.
"I heard Dad yell and you guys talking." Kimmie answered. Adam thrust a finger at Randall.
"So you know about this?" he asked.
Kimmie nodded. "His name's Randall. He's our new pet. Bree and I found him trapped in an alleyway on the way to school. We rescued him. He's now part of the family." she said.
Randall felt the warm feeling of acceptance creep into his heart. He was part of the family? Did she really mean that?
"Kimmie, I don't know. He's a monster-" Adam started. Kimmie furrowed her eyebrows and frowned. The angry expression didn't look right on her sweet little face.
"He is not a monster! He's family!" Kimmie growled. Bree and Adam looked at each other. Adam slumped his shoulders in defeat.
"Alright. He can stay. But if he tries anything, let me know." He turned to Randall with a nervous smile. "Well, sorry about that, Randall. Welcome to the family."
After his little run in with Adam, Randall had slithered back to bed with Kimmie, not wanting to start anything else. He managed to fall back asleep but only for a little while.
Randall woke up the sound of birds chirping and the faint glow of sunlight against his eyelids. He groggily opened his eyes and found himself staring into to a pair of bright, green eyes. He let out a yelp, scrambled back and felt himself falling. He felt the bed getting farther away and tried desperately to grab something to catch himself, when BONK!
"Ouch!" he cried out as he hit his head on something hard. He heard a manic giggle and a flash of red as Kimmie pounced on him.
"Morning Randy!" she beamed.
"Hey, get off! I'm not a trampoline!" Randall snarled, shoving her roughly off of his stomach.
"Get up! Randy!" Kimmie insisted, grabbing hold of one of his arms and yanking it.
"Hey, stop it. I'm starving. Get off!" he snapped, yanking his arm back. Kimmie just giggled and ran out of the room. Randall rolled his eyes and dragged himself to the kitchen. Adam and Grant were at the stove, cooking some eggs while Kimmie and Simon sat at the table. Bree was up and about, passing out plates and setting the table. Randall counted the chairs and came up one short. Where was his chair?
"Out of the way, reptile." He heard a voice behind him. He looked back and saw Marra.
"Okay, okay, don't get your panties in a twist." He muttered and stepped aside. Marra walked importantly to the table and sat down. Randall slithered over to Kimmie.
"Pst, hey squirt, where's my seat?" he asked. Kimmie looked around, taking note of the problem.
"Hey, where's Randy's seat?" she asked Adam.
Marra rolled her eyes. "The reptile can sit on the floor." she said. Randall bristled at her hostility. She didn't seem to like him very much. Oh well. He could make the feeling mutual.
"Now Marra, be nice, Randall is part of the family now. We can surely make arrangements." Adam said.
"Whatever, as long as he doesn't sit next to me." Marra sniffed.
"Here, Randall." Adam said as he pulled up a chair.
Randall walked over to it, but not before whispering in Marra's ear. "Good I didn't want to sit near you anyways. Don't want to catch the uglies after all."
Marra snorted. "Too late lizard boy. You've already got them."
After breakfast, the kids all departed for school and Adam went to work, leaving Randall to laze around and do whatever he pleased. He started by snooping around the other rooms, mooching off different items in the fridge, and taking little naps here and there. Soon, he found himself with absolutely nothing to do. He finally dozed off to sleep out of boredom and woke up to the sound of the door opening.
"Randall! We're home!" Kimmie's cheery voice sounded.
Randall opened his eyes to see a very happy Kimmie rushing at him with her arms open. Randall didn't have time to react and before he knew it, the little girl was squeezing the life out of him. He shoved her back quickly. "Woah, kid. Personal space!" he said.
"Sorry Randy." Kimmie giggled.
"Well, I suppose I have to ask it. How was school?" Randall sighed.
"Good." Kimmie said.
"Nothing exciting, just the norm." Bree replied. Randall nodded boredly.
"I'm home!" Marra's voice sounded as the door burst open. She recoiled at the sight of Randall. "Ew, bye." she huffed and went straight to the girl's room.
Randall glared at her back. "What's her deal? I thought she was fine that first night, but she's turned out to be a total bi-"
Bree slapped a hand over his mouth.
"Not in front of Kimmie!" she snapped.
"Um, brat." Randall finished.
"She just needs some time to get used to you. She's had a very rough past. Please, don't blame her. Just give her some time." Bree explained. Randall rolled his eyes.
"Hey Randy!" Kimmie came running back into the room, huffing and puffing. Randall hadn't realized she had even left. "Here!" she said, producing a slip of paper and holding it out to him.
Randy took it and frowned at it. "What's this?" he asked.
Bree looked at it. "Oh, you should feel honored Randall! You've been invited to one of Kimmie and BZ's famous tea parties!" she said.
Randall looked at Kimmie's beaming face and groaned. "Oh boy."
A/N: Hope you enjoyed this chapter! Next one will be out next week, please review, it helps me a lot! :) Oh and if you've noticed, I've tweaked Marra's character a bit, don't worry, first and last time I'll do that, I just thought she needed a little more character, you know, something that made her different than the others... Thanks for understanding, until next time!