House Guests

Chapter 1: The Arrival

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Age: 15- lives alone in a house parents gave her to get rid of her- takes classes online
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Hair: short and blond
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Face: long and thin- a small splattering of freckles across my nose
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Eyes: blue and roundish
Appearance: small figured- about 5.3 in height. Really light. 95 lbs ish.
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It was raining. No, it was storming. As it usually was in cliche romance novels. BUT THIS ISNT A CLISHE ROMANCE NOVEL. I (you, me, wwhatevver) was extremely happy. I was doing a full blown Netflix marathon. Aw yes, Supernatural season 1-11. Heaven; pure   heaven. A soon as I was comfy, something interrupted. As it usually did as soon as you got FUCKING COMFY. The interruption was a knock on the front door. I moved soundlessly to the door, grabbing a fire poker, just incase. Anyway, I whipped the door open, revealing 3 people. A short, dark haired man with green eyes and glasses supported the man who was completely out of it. He was totally limp, being supported in between the men. The unconscious man had blood streaming from his face, tinting his shirt red, and soaking wet due to the storm.
"Hello miss." The third man said. "Can we come in? My idiot bro got into a fight and lost." He continued. Was that... desperation underlaying his words?
"We've tried all the other houses, they turned us out, not really caring about the current storm." The other conscious man grumbled.
I looked at them, then stated bluntly, "Set him down on the couch."
They hurried inside placing him in the couch. I darted from the room, returning moments later with towels and my first aid kit. I tossed the towels at the guys and started drying off the one on the couch.
"He's got a cut on his chest, head and leg." I said. "None will need stitches, but there still pretty bad. I grabbed the bandages from the box and said over my shoulder to the guys, "Remove his shirt so I can look at the cuts." They complied immediately, stripping off the shirt and wrapping it in a towel to dry. I stood with bandages and rubbing alcohol in hand. I've taken Junior Lifeguarding before, so I have some background knowledge in first aid. I glanced at his bare chest. Well shit. He was slightly muscular, lean and covering in blood. I poured some running alcohol on his wound and said to the third boy, "Names."
He hesitated and said, "I'm Dirk, this is Jake and AP fight club over there is Dave."
"Alright then." I mumble. "Dirk, get over here an lift him."
"What?" He said incredulously.
"Lift him. Grab his shoulders and lift his top half off the couch so I can get the bandage around him."
Awkwardly sitting crosslegged on the couch with Dave's head at his shins, he reached down and lifted him from the shoulders, doing a back hug-choke hold type thing. I wrapped the clean, white bandage tightly around Dave's thin torso. "Alright Dirk, now just lift his head so I can get the bandage over his head cut."
"Ok."
I pulled off Dave's shades and push his bangs out of the way. I smeared the rubbing alcohol over his head, rubbing away the blood with a towel. I bandaged the cut.
Now," I said, standing from my position kneeling next the the couch, "You boys are obviously his friends, so you get to do the last cut. You have to remove his pants, wipe away the blood, smear it with rubbing alcohol and put a bandage over it."
"What?" Jake stammered.
"I'll get food and dry clothing, you do the leg" I said.
I smirked and walked from the room.