(A/N: Hello Hello again! I know all of you whom have read my story deserves a big BIG apology from moi… I am sorry to have kept you waiting and I am sorry that I haven't updated for… *counting on fingers* amm…. I don't know anymore. I was drunk when I made that first chapter… No reason is valid and again, my apologies… So not to delay the excitement anymore, *dan da da dannnn* I present to you, Chapter 2)

Chapter 2: Is the parallel universe playing a joke?

If dad was nonchalant about this, mom's face said differently. I swear I could see fire in her eyes.

"Amelia, what I meant by finding yourself a boyfriend is not bringing some random stranger into this house and locking yourself in your room. I hope you didn't take it seriously when I said that you were gay. Although, I did have my doubts…. But this is unacceptable! Although it would be safer if you were gay… But that's not the point! George! Say something!"

I gave my mother a what the hell are you talking about!? look by that time…

I didn't have to see Nathan to know he's entertained by all of this. I could hear his snickering a mile away. By this time I'd rather have a shovel and dig my way through to China than be here right now.

My dad didn't say anything as he sipped his tea.

The dining room could compliment the grave's silence with its soft sound of light wind whistling in the background. This is as awkward as it could get.

"Well, I guess I'll have to leave you to it then. I best be going…." Nathan suddenly blurted out which made all three of us look at him.

He looked so clueless.

Firstly, he doesn't know where he is and secondly, he doesn't know where the exit is. I figured if I'll let him out he'd most likely go to a pub without any money and wander off going back here… or get lost.

"Why don't you stay for the night. It's late anyway and you can go when the morning comes."

I let out a slow unnoticeable sigh.

He smiled in gratitude then his facial expression changed again.

"Erm, do you mind if I have a bit of a snack? I'm awfully hungry. " He said while rubbing his tummy.

I just rolled my eyes at him.

Typical Nathan…

The sunrise peaking through the blinds caught me with my legs bent and drawn to my chest with my back to the wall. I rested my head over my crossed arms that were resting on top of my knees. I was staring at the crack on the TV set then sighed with a single thought repeating in my head.

This can't be normal.

Suddenly there was a knock on my door.

"Hon, you awake?"

"Yes dad." I said clearing my thoughts

"Best be ready. Breakfast is on the table." He said with a smile then closed the door.

I was still wearing my pjs; a white sleeveless top and those short blue cotton shorts. I stretched my arms up and put on some jogging pants and went out of my room.

Mom was making eggs while dad was sitting down having coffee and reading the paper.

"You should wake up your friend, dear. Tell him breakfast is ready." Mom said just in time as toast popped out.

I just nodded and went up to the guest room taking the steps two at a time.

Knocking on his door, I called out to him.

Nothing…

I knocked again and turned the knob.

I couldn't stop myself from staring. He was lying on the bed shirtless. No surprise there. But what I noticed was his face. It was so serene… His curls cascaded down a bit covering his big eyebrows. The light from the window perfectly illuminating his face. He was indeed beautiful. It was that face to whom you want to wake up to every waking day.

Suddenly he stirred and woke me back to reality. I knocked on the door again.

"Nathan… Nathan! It's time for breakfast."

He looked up at me with those groggy big green eyes and did his half smile. I swear if I wasn't holding the door knob I would have become one with the floor. I better get used to this.

I looked away when he sat up from his bed while he stretched his arms up. I saw his shirt just inches away from me so I decided to pick it up from the floor and hand it to him which was a big mistake because when he stood and he was rubbing his tummy I distinctively saw abs which I haven't seen in Season one or two every time he was shirtless. It was like Robert Sheehan's body in Demons Never Die.

I don't know if it's the sun or him with his pants hanging dangerously low but I'm feeling those endorphins creeping up over me.

"I'm too sexy for you, aren't I?"

I suddenly caught him grinning with that mischievous glint in his eyes. I pouted and threw his shirt at his face.

"Hurry up. Breakfast is on the table." I said as I turned my back and walked out but before leaving the room I heard him chuckle as I went past the door

I was already sitting down with a cup of coffee as Nathan, fully dressed, entered the kitchen and sat adjacent from me.

"Had a good sleep, son?" My dad asked as Nathan grabbed a piece of toast from the plate.

"Yes. Thank you." He said while taking a bite from his toast. "This is a beautiful home you have Mrs…."

"Jacques." My mom said finishing his sentence while putting bacon on the table and sitting down in front of him.

"… and thank you.. Er, sorry dear we weren't properly introduced seeing as it was an abrupt meeting last night."

"Nathan. Nathan Young." He said while taking another bite from his toast and reached for the bacon.

"Well, it is a pleasure, Nathan. It's so often Amelia here brings friends to our house. I'm Louise and this is George."

"I wonder why…" I said silently hiding my lips as I sipped my coffee.

"My mum's name is Louise too."

"So where do you live? Aren't your parents looking for you?" Dad asked eyeing Nathan, his cup suspended in the air.

I caught Nathan's eye.

"Um, his parents are in France for the weekend." I blurted out

"Yes! Yes. On vacation. My parents want to re-live their youth or something like that." He said while putting his bacon on top of the toast and taking a bite of it. "Might have a baby sister by the time they get back… Or brother." He said shrugging and took a sip of his coffee.

By the look both my parents were giving him, they were surely caught by surprise.

""Uh, yeah… anyway, dad can he stay here until they get back? He's supposed to stay with his cousin but his cousin suddenly left for America because of a family emergency. He doesn't have anyone here to live with in London. They're originally from Ireland."

I stole a glance at Nathan who was mouthing a nice while wiggling his eyebrows at me.

Amazingly Dad didn't get to see Nathan's look because he changed his facial expression by the time Dad was looking at him.

"Uh, yeah. Sure, sure." Dad said averting his eyes from Nathan and smiled at me.

"As long as there's no funny business you two." Mom said warningly to the both of us.

Nathan was again wiggling his eyebrows at me with a mischievous gleam in his eyes. I narrowed my eyes at him and kicked him under the table.

"Is that really how it is with your family?" Nathan couldn't stop himself from asking as we were walking down the street.

"Yes. Unfortunately..."

"Ok. So back to reality. How is it that I'm here exactly? 'Cause as I recall, I was having a good date with a box of pizza and a case of beer."

"I… I don't know." I said looking at the pavement.

"All I know is that when I got home, rain was pouring down and I tried to turn on the TV and you're there. In my room."

"Well, that's a bit of a shocker. Is that your power?"

"No. Powers don't exist in the real world. And neither should you."

"What is that supposed to mean?"

I stopped abruptly and looked him in the eye.

"Well, Nathan, if you must know in the real world you are a fictional character played by Robert Sheehan. You are a character in the TV series called Misfits created by Howard Overman. Robert Sheehan is real. You're not." I said then continued to walk on.

" Wait, wait." He said catching up with me while trying to digest everything I said to him.

"So, this guy Robert Shaun…"

"Sheehan."

"Whatever. Is he as handsome as I am?"

I stopped again and looked at him with a are-you-seriously-asking-that-question look. Then rolled my eyes and walked again.

"What?"

Christie just stared at him like Jesus suddenly knocked on her door and sat on her sofa.

"Are you for fucking real?!" She asked not taking her eyes off of him, even for a second like he would disappear if she did.

I just nodded sipping my water and placed it infront of me.

She tried blinking. Three times and he is still there. On her couch while watching himself trying to smash the bottle with his mind on the TV screen. Yep… this is as absurd as it gets.

"I can't believe that! He so doesn't act like me at all… He's a complete twat!" He said gesturing to himself as the Nathan on TV was holding his balls and telling Curtis about a soft vibrator.

"He IS real!?"

"Yep." I said while smacking my lips when saying the P while bobbing my head up and down.

Christie suddenly stood up while I stared at her, eyebrows furrowed as she cautiously walked towards him. When she was mere inches from him she lifted her finger which made Nathan look at her with an eyebrow cocked. Then she stared poking him.

"Hey! HEY!" Nathan said slanting his body away from the dumbfounded Christie and looked towards me for some help.

"Ok. Ok Christie." I said walking over to my friend then grabbed her and moved her away from Nathan.

"I think we've established that he is real."

She, still wide-eyed, fell into the chair adjacent from the couch.

"I think the drugs are catching up with me. Am I hallucinating?" She asked and looked up at me all teary-eyed like she was about to die or something.

"No. You're not hallucinating." I said while grabbing for her water and handed it to her. She drank everything down.

"Ok. Let's look at this from another angle."

"What angle could that be, Amelia?" Nathan asked joining in the conversation.

"I'm supposed to be made up by Over-what's his name."

"Overman."

"Whatever. How do you suppose I get home?"

"I don't know, Nathan… This is definitely beyond my understanding of how the parallel universe works." I said while gathering my legs and holding it with my arms across crossed over them while sitting next to him on the sofa.

"Well, we could ask that guy," He said snapping his fingers trying to remember something.

"What's his face, that famous science guy in the wheel chair!" He said while pointing at me.

"Stephen Hawking?" I answered accentuating a tone like he as lost his mind.

"How in the world could Stephen Hawking be able to help us?"

"Let alone explain how he came to be here." Chrisite chided.

"Oh, hey Mr. Hawking. I must say I love your work. Erm, we're in a bit of a fix. My friend here broke her TV with a single touch and out came a fictional character whom she's been obsessively fantasized. "

I stared at Christie and she gave me a what look.

"Well, I'm here aren't I? Doesn't that account for the fact that anything is possible?"

Nathan has a point. It's impossible for him to be here sitting on the couch talking to us and yet he is. I couldn't think of anything to say as I stared into nothing.

Is the parallel universe playing a joke?

Preview for chapter 3: I played with my cup while waiting for Nathan contemplating every possible thought on what he would look like. Wondering if he'd get rid of that big, curly mess on top of his head. Maybe he'd opt for being bald?... Nah...