♤ ➖𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐇𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟐 | Uh-Oh

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"Woah..."

In the eyes of a young woman, the exterior of a humble and ordinary establishment of comfort was envisioned as a noble home instead.

Standing beside her and looking for her house keys, the short-haired Russian smiled to herself upon hearing the girl's verbal amazement.

"What a beautiful home..."

Unlocking the door and stepping inside only to lightly motion for her to come in, Svetlana smiled even bigger when she saw the brightened sparks of light in the pools of (E/C) on (Y/N).

"You flatter Svetlana!"

The tan-skinned woman spoke in her thick Russian accent and referenced herself, her back turned while she set her coat and bags away nearby, completely oblivious to the curious friend walking further away in a complete daze.

"Isn't it a little too big for you?" With her lips opened and her attention on all the little details of the ordinary home, (Y/N) took in the house. "I mean it must be really lonely all by your-"

She interrupted herself with a soft gasp when bumping into someone.

"I'm so sorry, Svet..." Instantly turning around to apologise, she was met by a familiar face, hunched over in a different set of clothing.

"Lana?" The girl finished off in confusion, her eyes brows furrowed and her neck tilted.

"Dang you kids and your manners these days!" They started to complain with a hoarse voice.

"Svetlana?" The girl questioned out loud, unfamiliar with the new appearance of the Russian gymnast. "When did yo-"

"Ay, what's goin' on here?"

Another voice popped in, a strong stereotypical Jersey accent which garnered the attention of (Y/N) though when she turned around she was met with a sight of yet another familiar face bearing nothing but a simple tooth necklace.

"Where are your manners too you damned ninny!" The hunched figure angrily snapped.

"Woah, woah! Don't start that."

Shamelessly standing his own ground, the figure with the slick-back hairstyle raised his hands in the air, though his attention drifted towards the (H/C)-haired girl standing by, a growing interest rising within him towards her.

"Svet...."

Though (Y/N)'s breathing hitched and she stayed completely still in the presence of the two, she paid no real care to it instead staring wide-eyed at the exposure of the stranger with no actual reaction.

"Oh my!" A softer masculine voice makes its appearance and a towel gets tossed in the face of the naked greaser.

"There you are!" A feminine Russian accent foreshadowed the entrance of a tan-skinned gymnast with brightly coloured lips. "Svetlana has been looking for you!"

"Yo, who's the pretty lady?"

"Why you little pain in the butt!"

"No, no, no!!"

"Svetlana shouldn't have let you out of her sight!"

As soon as Chester and Vito began to quarrel when the New Jersey Italian used the towel he was given for his hair rather than for his exposed body, Mike took on the role of mediator.

"...one calm down!"

"... generation is filled with fools, back in my d-"

"... on and on about back in your day..."

In between the chaos, (Y/N) finally reacted with a finger pointed towards everyone with a similar face; her lips parted, but no words came out.

Resembling a fish out of water, her head turned toward every figure trying to put a name to the face, but the louder the arguments around her grew, the more confused she became.

"Svetlana welcomes a friend and you behave in such manner? How dare you all!"

"Youse the one who brought someone over without mentionin' to the others."

"You kids are all the same!"

"O-okay now, let's just take a breath."

"What's the John Dory?" An Australian voice could be heard right behind the newcomer of which caused her to jump only to be face but yet another similar face with no name to go on with.

Overstimulated by the loud chaos and the harsh confusion, with her head spinning in circles at the alike faces in different styles, (Y/N) fainted right in the middle of everyone, completely interrupting the disorder of everyone.

Everyone grew silent just watching the girl fall down and land on the floor, and for a moment they all stood frozen in place just like she had been, only for all of them to go into response.

"Svetlana's friend passed out!" Svetlana cried out in horror, her hands on her cheeks.

"Ay, nobody said anythin' of a cutie comin'." Adjusting the towel around his waist, Vito accusingly turned towards the Russian gymnast.

"Stop with your tomfoolery and help the missy out you darn kids!" Chester ordered, his hand forming a fist to threaten the others.

"Right..." Mike gently lifted up the girl, struggling in doing so due to her dead weight, and led her unconscious body towards their couch.

"What'cha do?" Raising an amused eyebrow, currently sitting on the couch with his attention now on the others instead of the TV, Mal smirked when noticing the girl's body. "Kill her?"

"Just shut it and move." Mike had no time to entertain the tendencies of Mal, his annoyance growing thinner by being around him.

Mal rolled his eyes and got up with a deep huff, his arms crossing over his chest as everyone else surrounded the fainted girl.

"Poor (Y/N)..."

"That's her name?" Svetlana and Mike smacked their teeth at Vito's obliviousness to the situation at hand.

"She'll be right." Manitoba forced a ghost of a smile, almost guiltily. His eyes dead set on the breathing pattern of the unconscious girl.

Everyone, except for Mal, who stood to the side, shared a quiet look before agreeing on one thing for the first time in the day.

"Hopefully."