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"And that's what happened...." I said as I ran the freak's faucet under my eyes. Hopefully getting the stupid spray paint out of them.

"So you're telling me..your boss got mad at you for messing up your mission and then like 30 minutes later he's already planning to kill you!?" He says, clearly not believing a word I say.

"Yes!!! I heard him through the door of his office!!" I said, frustrated.

"How do I know you're not lying?!! What if you're just saying that to distract me and then the boss is gonna like- put worms in my bed or something!!!! Or kill me.." He said. He sounded like an absolute wuss.

"If i or the boss were to kill you we would've done that 10 minutes ago!!!!!!!" I said. I had finally gotten the paint out of my eyes. I stopped the faucet and wiped my eyes with a towel. "......Just please let me stay.. I have nowhere else!!!"

"Fine...whatever...but if I catch you doing anything even remotely suspicious you're outta here!!" He said.

"....ok." I looked away as I spoke.

A couple hours Later, it was getting really dark and Rig- sorry, the freak was ready to go to bed and was heading upstairs.

"Where are you going?!" I said. Kinda shouting.

"To bed." He said, as he stopped walking upstairs to face me

"Where am I gonna sleep?!" I said, Crossing my arms

"On the couch." He said. Very annoyingly!! I don't know what his problem is!!!!

"What?!?!!! I'm not some farm animal I need a proper place to sleep!!!!!!" I yelled.

"Well you can sleep in the basement." He said. Since when the (glitch) did treehouses have basements?!

"......fine..I'll sleep on your dumb couch..." I said as I sat down on the couch

"Goodnight, pasta man." He said, idiotically, as he walked up the stairs

"Goodni- wh- HEY!!!! MY NAME IS PRESTON NOT PASTA MAN YOU MORO-" I yelled. But before I knew it he had already made it upstairs. "Ugh.."

I grabbed Phaleur's backpack, (that was right next to the couch) unzipped it, and grabbed out my journal thingy. It was where I wrote everything. My past missions, My ideas, my hit list, and sometimes the boss's shopping list because he would make me get groceries for him so.. I grabbed a pencil outta the bag and started to write what had happened today. Eventually I fell asleep.

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