You and Me

"Whos at the door?"

"Coming!" I yelled as I ran to open the door. 

As I was running I ran into someone and looked up. It was just stickers running to get the door before I did. As usual, everything is always a competition in this house. 

Giggly and smiling I open the door. This tall woman was standing there...smiling. She started speaking but I was so shocked at how gorgeous she was. 

"I'm sorry can you repeat that?".

"Oh yeah, my apologies. I said Hey! I'm new to the neighborhood and thought that I would introduce myself to my fellow next-door neighbor." She replied.

"Oh Oh yes! Heyy! I'm Allison and this is stickers." Stickers awkwardly waved...As if he was shy. 

I knew he thought she was pretty...and not to be rude but why did she have to come HERE? I could've been a psycho and killed and raped her dumbass already. 

"Well, it was nice meeting you!" I proceed to shut the door until...

"Would you like to come in?" stickers said. She noded.

I smiled awkwardly and opened the door so she could come in. She looked around and I was hoping that she would look at me and notice that she was unwanted here and she would get the fuck out. But she didn't, It's as if I wasn't even there. 

The whore next door and stickers have been talking for hours. Sitting on OUR couch. Watching OUR tv. Drinking OUR water. I was pissed. It was already 9 pm and I was tired. I was just waiting for the right words to come out of her mouth so I can finally get her to leave. But she didn't. She was too engaged. I had to do something.

"Well, it's getting late and-" I was rudely interrupted by the worst words that I've ever heard.

"Maybe you should sleepover?" stickers implied.

...

I. was. pissed. What the fuck did she need to stay over for? SHE LIVES NEXT DOOR IDIOT, But the words that came out of her mouth made me feel even worse. I take a huge gulp as she proceeds to talk.

"Oh my god! A sleepover! I WOULD LOVE THAT!" She agreed.

I fake my smile then look away in anger and bad intentions.

Who does this girl think she is...? Who even is this girl...? When did she even move in...? When did the dexters sell their house...? 

I started to overthink...Then procrastinate. Then I had my plan.

Unfazed I head upstairs to the bedroom and start to fall asleep.