Your POV
I sighed and walked downstairs. Stupid stomach made me hungrey when I was playing the game.
"Ughhh, I don't know what to eat" I moaned.
I walked into the kitchen to make a sandwich.
"I don't like cheese on mine!" A voice called from the front room.
I yelped and got a nearby pan. I slowly walked towards the front room, my grip tightning on the pan. As soon as I turned the corner I bashed something with my pan.
"OUCH!" Someone screamed.
I looked down to see 'Ben' laying on the ground, clutching his head. I dropped the pan, and ran to the kitchen to get an icepack.
"I am so so sorry..." I said, handing him the icepack.
He took it and walked over to the couch.
"Hey, don't get mad at me! You shouldn't be in my house!" I said.
"Doesn't mean you gotta be so violent!" He shouted.
I rolled my eyes.
"You shouldn't have broke into my house!" I yelled.
"I've been in your TV the whole time you dingbat!" Ben shouted.
"Who cares! No cheese, right?" I asked.
"Yeah, no cheese" he replied.
