Pan-fic

Chapter Three

The rest of the day went relativly smoothly. As I opened the door to the apartment, I could here my brother singing from the kitchen. "That girl is poison!" He bellowed. As i turned the corner into the kitchen, as i expected, there stood Jaz, in his Rainbow striped pajama shorts and white muscle tee, his dirty blond hair messy and unbrushed. He smiled at me and continued singing. "Never trust a big butt and a smile the girl is poison." He said, twirling me and pulling me close to him. My brother was practically the only boy i let near me anymore. I laughed as he clicked off the music. "Whatcha Makin?" I asked, looking to see what was brewing on the stove. "Mac and Cheese!" He said proudly. Perks of living with your 18 year okd brother, you can eat whatever you want, whenever you wan't it. I walked twoards my room, ready to change into my pajama's I was not prepared to see a boy sitting on my bed. Before i could scream, he shushed me. I took in his appearance, Light brown hair, pale skin and emerald green eyes. He was dressed in a dark green t-shirt, and grey jeans. "Im not going to hurt you." He said quietly. "Please don't scream, or i'll have to dissapear." I should've screamed, but I didn't "Look, I'm just trying to help you. I could take you and your brother to a place where you can be yourselfs, forever." he smiled goofily. "I don't even know who you are!" I said, shocked. "You sound like you think your Peter Pan or somthing." He smirked. "Just know, Call out Pan if you need my help." And with that, the boy was gone. Were my mental problems getting worse? I shook it off, changing into my pajamas. My pink tye-dye shorts and grey sports bra to be exact. I put on my fuzzy socks and slid into the kitchen, Micheal Jackson style as the song Fergalicious, AKA My national anthem played. "HIT IT FERGIE!" My brother shouted as i proceeded to kill the rap verse, than sit down and munch into my Mac and Cheese. I could swear I looked away for a second and someone stole a bite of it.