~Finally!!!!!!!! I barely even have a fucking excuse here, just 0 inspiration and laziness. But here's your chapter!!!~
"Y/n?"
Great, just what you needed. You were currently leaning against yours/John's doorway, your entire face red, and tears threatening to spill from the corners of your eyes. He had seen you. Naked. Naked. Those words rolled off your lips now, as the annoying knocking on your door continued. What did he want? Another peek. Heh, that was a good one. You decide to use it again, and give kudos to your clever, sarcastic brain. "What do you want, another peek?".
Shit. That did not come out how you wanted it too. Your voice was shaky, and weak, and not confident at all like you had planned in your mind.
"N-no..I mean shit, not that you're like...sh-shit."
When the cool-kid on the other side of the door actually spoke, you found there voice was equally as shaky as yours. Well, maybe you weren't such a failure after all. You sighed. "Dave, it's fine, just give me a minute." You pulled on black leggings, a denim skirt and a way oversized sweater. Because sweaters are the shit. You stepped out of your room and found yourself face to face with Dave. Oh my god his face was red as fuck and cute, but ignoring that you took a deep breath and started to talk. "It was my fault, someone took my clothes and I didn't have a towel and it was right across the hall but I shouldn't of....Yah". You gave him a weak smile. He coughed akwardly.
"A-alright".
~time skip~
"Joooohn". you looked over at the teenager next to you, focusing intenstly on the movie.
"Mhm"
"I've seen this movie 5 million times."
"I haven't"
You groaned and stretched out on the couch, laying your head down in his lap. Well, of course now he couldn't pay attention to the movie. He had a light blush on his face as he said "What do you want?".
"I'm bored".
John sighed. "Go read a book"
You rolled your eyes. "Thanks for the help". You got up and walked down the hallway, not bothering to hear what he had to say in response. Probably a shitty movie quote. And you would never get too hear it. So fucking sad. You almost felt a tear run down your face. Almost. You decided since yoy finally had some time to yourself, you would start exploring this "house". It was really more like an apartment, it had to be big as shit though...lets see 4 kids..you knew..7 trolls? But you knew there were 12...Damn, that was 16 rooms plus the guardians....Damn. You could get lost for days in here. But..before you went off exploring something was bothering you. Who. Had. Taken. Your. Clothes. You decided that you must consult a profesional, some one who was good with crime. As you knocked on there door, you were greeted with a cackle and a blank, red, stare. "1 KNOW WHY YOU'R3 H3R3".
~dun dun dun. Okay, I'm taking this clothes thing too seriously, but I love tz so I'm getting her in this story.~
