Hey, so I'm probably making this horribly, so thanks again if you've made it this far. I'm mostly making it how I want it to happen. Which makes some characters OOC at some points. This one will be in Hiro's point of view, so please read on!
Hiro's P.O.V.
I hate them. They just HAD to ruin it, didn't they? I was so close! Erika's one of the cutest girls out there, yet they just HAD to ruin it! Nope, Hiro can't have a girl! He's way to young! She should already have a boyfriend. GOD NO. What if she already DOES have a boyfriend? Oh no . . . That's gonna look REALLY bad.
"Hiro?" I heard someone ask, shaking my shoulder lightly. "You awake?"
"I am now," I mumble, rubbing the sleep from my eyes.
It was Erika. Great. Now what?
"Come on, sleepyhead. It's time for bed. My parents are home, and said you could stay, too." She explained, but my mind was way to foggy to process anything.
She grabbed my hand and pulled me to my feet. Man . . . She's strong.
Eventually my mind cleared, and I smiled. "What now?" I asked.
"Well, we have to get everyone into their guest rooms. And then into their beds." She explained. "But there's just one tiny problem . . ."
I followed her gaze to the other side of the room, where Gogo and Honey Lemon lay on the couch, conked out. Wasabi was sitting in his chair, but has obviously dozed off working on something. Fred was . . . Where was Fred?
"Hey, guys." A voice said from above. We looked up.
"Fred," I said, calmly. "Why are you duct-taped to the ceiling?"
Erika stifled a laugh.
"Because," he explained. "it's very comfortable, and you don't have to take up any more room."
"How is dangling from the ceiling comfortable?" Erika asked.
Fred rolled his eyes, but I cut him off when he tried to answer.
"Do you have a box cutter?" I asked, and she nodded. "You sure you know what that is?" I joked, earning a glare.
She handed me said tool, and pulled over a chair (their ceilings are really high), even though I was fully capable of doing it myself.
I climbed up, and despite Fred's protests, sliced through one side of the duct tape. He fell to the ground, landing with a THUMP on the floor.
"OW," he complained, peeling off the strips of tape.
"Sorry," I said, but it wasn't really sincere.
Erika just laughed, and apparently the sound of Fred falling had woken the others.
"What time is it?" Wasabi mumbled.
Erika pulled a small electronic device out of her pocket and read off the time. "10:48."
"Time for bed!" A voice called down from above.
"Okay, mom!" Erika called back up.
Was it really this late?
"Let's go upstairs and find out where you guys are going to sleep," suggested Erika. She made her way upstairs, all of us following begrudgingly.
"So these are your new friends?" A lady asked. Presumably her mom.
"Yeah. Everyone, meet my mom." Erika said.
"Hello," we said simultaneously.
"Just call me Allison," she said, smiling. "Now, Erika. We need to find these people some place to sleep."
"We have two spare bedrooms, remember?" Erika said. "And please don't-"
"PAIRING TIME!" Allison said, way more enthusiastic than desired.
Now I knew why she didn't want her mom to say that . . .
"You," she said, pointing to Honey Lemon, "will sleep with him." She pointed to Fred.
Honey has told me WAY too many times how much she likes Fred, but was just waiting for him to make the first move. Not sure how Fred feels about this, though.
"You," she pointed to Wasabi, "will sleep with her." Gogo blushed.
They like each other. They've both told me.
"And you." She pointed directly at me, then looked at Erika, who's eyes were immediately averted to the ground. "Will sleep with her."
Who she was pointing to I have no idea; I had me eyes closed, hoping.
"What?!" I heard her scream. I opened my eyes to a very angry Erika. I decided to play along. IF it was a play.
"Nonononononononononono." I said as fast as my lips would move. "No way."
"It's settled," is all Allison would say.
I sighed. No need to upset out hostess. Or hostess' mother. Or WHATEVER.
Erika rubbed her forehead, shaking her head.
"I'll show you where the guest rooms are."
We followed her down the hall, which led to a circle of five rooms. Two guest rooms, one for her, one for her parents, and . . . what's the third one?
I reached for the handle while Erika was showing the others where they would sleep. I cracked the door open, only to have a light shone in my face. A flashlight, held by . . . a little boy?
"Who're you?" The boy asked.
"I-I'm Hiro," I explained. "And you're parents are being very nice and letting us stay here."
The boy dropped his flashlight. "You mean . . . THE Hiro? Hiro Hamada? San Fransokyo Institute of Technology Hiro Hamada?" He asked.
My jaw dropped. He knew all this? HOW? Oh yeah . . . the movie. The movie that shows all over the WORLD.
"Yeah. I'm . . . him." I said.
"Come on, Hiro." I heard Erika say behind me, but she stopped. She walked up and introduced me. "This is my little brother Aaron."
"Nice to meet you, Aaron." I say, patting his head. I used to hate that, but I laughed when he "growled" at me.
Erika led me into her room, which had every color imaginable. She had three posters on her walls, two of some people on dragons (is that even possible?), and one of me and Baymax . . .
"Where's Baymax?" I asked, and the door popped open to reveal just the guy. I sighed with relief. "I am satisfied with my care," I said as I dropped the red cube that was in my pocket on the floor. It spread so it was almost the size of a suitcase. Baymax deflated, and deactivated.
"I CALL THE RIGHT SIDE!" Erika yelled, hopping onto the bed. I jumped onto my side of the bed.
We laughed, then pulled the covers over our heads. We fell asleep almost immediately.