Through Hard Times. (Fantastic Foursome Fanfiction)

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Pj's POV [10:00 a.m. UK time]

Pj rolled over in bed and ended up on the floor, blanket tangled around his legs. His phone started to ring and he moaned,

"I'm not here." But then the doorbell rang. His eyes shot open, "The shadow." He was supposed to meet the shadow today. He jumped up and stumbled his way down the hall, tripping over a stack of video games and swearing. Crap, crap, crap. He made it to the door and pulled it open before realizing that he was still in his Triforce boxers.

"I'll be right back." He said quickly, not even looking at the person as he ran away, "Make yourself at home!" He called, tripping over the video games yet again. Smooth, Peej, real smooth. He rummagedce around in his closet and found a button up green shirt that he threw on while digging in a pile of pants at the bottom of the closet. Finally he found a pair of black skinny jeans and slipped those on, still buttoning up his shirt as he made his way down the hall.

"All good now?" The shadow asked, and Pj, for the first time, got a good look at her. She had dirty blonde hair the fell off of her shoulders in slight waves and light blue eyes, almost like Phil's, which were lined with a layer of dark eye liner. He smiled and stuck his hand out to her, noting how normal she looked-clad in a pair of jean shorts and a My Chemical Romance T-Shirt and converse shoes to match. She gave a small smile and gripped his hand, giving it a soft shake before letting go.

"Yeah... I uh... slept in..." He muttered with a laugh, shaking his head at himself. He heard his phone ring again and excused himself to go and look at it. He saw Dan's name flash across the caller ID but rejected the call before shutting off his phone, thinking that he should talk with the shadow. He turned back to her and shoved his phone in his pocket as he gestured towards the couch,

"Well, I guess you know me..." He started awkwardly, "I'm Pj." He took a seat on the chair across from the couch and gave her a small wave. She let out an uneasy laugh and sat down.

"I'm Rose." She said with a smile, locking her fingers in her lap.

After about half an hour they had their story set up-they met a while back while Pj was on holiday and he found her last night at a bus stop, looking for a place to stay.

Pj noticed that Rose avoiding a lot of questions he asked her-how life was growing up, how she met Mr. Flanders, things of the sort. So, as a solution, he just sat back and laced his fingers behind his head,

"What's your favorite color?" He asked. She gave him a weird look, "Well, I have to know something about you." He defended with a grin. She pursed her lips and nodded-showing Pj that she wasn't a fan of answering any questions.

"Blue." She said after a minute, fiddling with a loose string at the hem of her shorts.

"Food?" He continued, determined to break her shell. Her eyes seemed to light up at that,

"Steak and mashed poe-tate-toes." She chimed, showing a true smile for the first time. He laughed at his small victory and nodded,

"Drink?"

"Sprite." She seemed to considerably relax, her hands gently resting on her thighs and shoulders not as stiff as they were. He nodded again, a ghost of a smile on his face. He'll get to her. He just has to play by strategies.

Phil's POV (First Person)

I heard Dan from the living room, pacing back and forth as he tried to get a hold of Pj. I don't know why. It's not like he can fix anything.

"Pj! Come on. Pick up the damn phone! This is important, okay? Melanie left, Pj. She left." His voice cracked a bit and I rolled over in bed, wrapping my blanket around me, feeling empty and hollow. "It's been hours and I can't get Phil out of his room." He took a deep breath, "I just... I don't know what to do, mate..." He added before ending the call, slamming his phone on some sort of hard surface. I heard his footsteps approach and snuggled deeper into my blanket, trying to hide from all of the pain.