A/N;
Gah, I've been trying to write. I really have DX And now here I am neglecting my Literature study to update. I'm totally failing my SAC tomorrow ;A;
Ditto9 – Taking lessons from Luis, are we XD? Bats are, squeee~. We used to have them fly outside my house, bunch of 'em :3 Don't worry Dit Dit, I think Chris is too manly, even at that age, to sparkle/glitter/dazzle XDDD
Omniaki78 - Oooo the spooks of the night X3 Ah yesh, Chrissy has it coming, like usual XD Overkill is made of win :3 *Has trouble not swearing after playing it*
Tiger Snaps – I really hope you' not dead 8D; Sorry in my lack of updates in everything XDDD
Stardust4 – Omnomnom XD Wonder if he snuck around there behind their back, haha xD?
AllApologies451994 – Open the houses' front door and let havoc the… Dog of small stature? That would be interesting XD Gotta love 'em, always :3
"This is like déjà vu or something…"
"No kidding…"
With fingers tightly gripped against the railings, the two rather unnerved pair cautiously ascended the stairs, far more alert than they had been early that night on their same mission.
Had the two paused for at least a fraction of a second to think straight, it would have become apparent that they were overreacting in what was a noisy and constantly creaking house. Of course, young minds would never stop to ponder such things.
Chris considered dropping to the ground and crawl the rest of the way to where the noises in the hall echoed from. However, something told him that if he did as such, Jill would simply stand on his back and order him to stop being a moron.
"And so back into the lion's den we go…" Jill could feel her mouth go dry just at the thought of how close the two had come to having their necks chomped earlier – And walking back into that situation didn't sit well in her stomach.
"No kidding…" Chris murmured once again.
Both inhaled deeply cautiously surveying the area. So far, no fangs to the face. All was good.
Jill gave a loud squeak and nearly fell down the stairs, just narrowly saved by Chris grabbing hold of her wrist – Tugging her back to somewhat safer footing. It had been a loud, knocking sort of sound that had startled the young girl, coming from the darkest corners of the hall – Just before Chris' bedroom.
Both stood silent, not for the first time that night and contemplated high-tailing it out of there. Chris and Jill held their pride higher than their safety, so the idea had very little time to dwell in their minds.
"I take the left, you take the right?"
Chris took a glance at his younger companion and had to admit he was impressed with her sudden level-headed approach. Of course, the two would have no idea how much both strategy and that sort of calm take on things would help them in years to come.
He gave a simple nod as an answer, and both stood close to their assigned sides of the hall. Thankfully the hall wasn't too long, and despite the limited light, they found whatever was holding the new intruder.
A closet at the end of the hall.
Both passed each other hesitant looks, before setting their eyes on the door handle. The door had fallen quiet since Jill had nearly fallen, but both nearly had heart attacks when the noises began all over again.
"I… I guess something really wants to come out of the closet."
"I bet it's Peter from down the street." Chris smirked, trying not to let himself chuckle at his own joke.
"Pardon?"
Jill simply looked at him with a somewhat puzzled look on her face. It would seem that she hadn't understood the hidden meaning at all.
"Uhm…" He scratched the back of his head, rather surprised himself that she hadn't seen what he had meant. "You don't know that saying?"
"What saying?" Clearly.
"When people say that someone's in the closet, they mean that someone's gay and won't admit it. So when someone says that someone else has come out of the closet," He began, not noticing Jill's expression change to one of shock, "It means they admit being gay."
"Are you calling Peter gay?!" She snapped, some how managing to scream the question while keeping her own voice hushed. Chris blinked a few time, looking at her just as confused as she had looked at him not too long again.
"What if I am? It's not like…" He began, but his jaw dropped before he could finish. He quickly reorganized his thoughts, "No… You can't possibly like him like that, could you?!"
Jill growled and looked away to her wall, clearly trying to think of a rebuttal. She was expecting Chris to just burst out in to laughter, yet didn't notice when he hadn't. If she'd bothered to look back to him she might have seen a rather hurt expression in its place.
Of course, being Chris, he was quick to regain his composure. "Oh the things I'm going to write on the bathroom stalls at school…"
"You do and I swear to god I'm going to snap every single one of your fingers in four separate locations!" She spat quietly, looking back at him with a sharp glare. She was scarier than whatever was behind the door – At least to Chris. He would give himself a pat on the back for having the balls to cross her later. No matter how many times she did it, Jill's odd ability to scream while whispering was something that would give him nightmares in the middle for years.
"Fine, fine. Let's just get back to the situation at hand, I need to deal with one thing wanting to tear my throat out at a time." Chris whispered, which Jill stated some things in a harsh, quiet tone. He did his best to ignore her before continuing, "On Three…" He went on, taking a step in front of the door, motioning Jill to do the same. "One…"
It wasn't hard to guess what he had in mind, Jill putting up no argument to the silent plan that had been devised.
"Two…"
"Three!"
Upon the quite loud shout, both gave the door a hard kick before jumping out of the way, backs pinned to the walls beside the closet.
Quiet.
Again.
They once more looked at each other from their opposing sides, sharing a puzzled expression. Jill gave a soft nod, perhaps as a late acknowledgement for Chris' earlier statement, and leaned a fraction past the door frame.
For the utmost time that night, Jill screamed loudly, falling over. A flash of gray jumped out from the closet, scuttling away after running over Jill's chest and jumping off of her shoulder.
Chris breathed a loud sigh of relief, placing one of his palms firmly over his heart before sinking against the wall. He looked down the hall, seeing the culprit slink under the door of his sister's room. "It… It was just a rat…"
"Just… A rat…?!"
Chris quickly looked up, only just in time to grab a quick glimpse of broom bristles as they came down against his head. He yelped, crawling away a few steps and staggering to his feet.
Jill, apparently in some variation of a rage, had grabbed a broom from the closet after rising to her feet and was more than happy to use it to take her frustration out on the young man in front of her. Chris opened his mouth in a desperate attempt to defend himself, but simply received another thwack – And one for each word Jill went on to shout in his general direction.
"You. Have. A. Major. Rodent. Infestation!!"
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry!"
Outside the one of a window on the second floor, quite close to the couple, two bats looked rather bewildered at the spectacle past the glass in front of them. They both looked at one another, before dropping form their upside-down perch to seek someplace less disruptive to hang around that night.
