He raced inside and yelled at Mattie to get your room ready.
"You do it yourself. You're the one who invited her to stay anyway eh?" Mattie argued.
"Guys shut up." You laughed, playfully sticking out your tongue.
"You or this night will just be fun for me." Mattie replied, narrowing his violet eyes while holding up a bloody hockey stick, smiling in a silly grin.
"As if you'd hurt me. You don't have the nerve to punch Ollie." You stated. That was a bad decision.
He grabbed your wrist and twisted it.
"GAAAH! HELP ME AL!" You screamed out of nowhere due to the massive pain shooting up your arm and the cracking noise from your elbow.
"I gotta teach ya how to shut your mouth." Mattie gritted his teeth and pinned you to the pastel pink wall.
"LET GO OF MY DOLL." Al gritted out. "OR IMMA HAVE TO GET MY SPECIAL BAT."
Mat let you go. "You don't wanna mess with that... that... that sadist." He managed to shutter out of his mouth. "One time he 'dropped' a cyanide pill in Al's food."
"Damn lucky I saw it. That's why I carry my bat around, in case he comes out with his knife." Al added and pulled out his own blade. "If that bastard pulls a stunt like that again he won't see the priceless light of day he loves oh so much"
Oliver entered the room with his usual cheerful smile and dragged in another man. The man had a ponytail like Mattie's, but more messy. He also wore a buttoned down, purple blouse and dress pants. He had a stubble on his chin and droopy purple eyes looking forward while he grits his teeth and muttered french.
"Je va te tué come le stupid bastard que tu est! Merde, lessé mes cheuveu. Lassé mes cheuveu dé jas!" The man yelled at Oliver until Mattie finally butted in.
"Ollie let Francis go already, and Francis stop yelling him..." Matt face palmed at the sight of Francis glaring at Oliver. "...Sill vou plais. Je vas aitre avec Al dans le salon si tu me besouin."
Mattie what in the hell was that?" You asked curiously as you walked down the stairs following the two brothers.
"Nothing really that was french and the thing Olie was dragging was Francois Bonefoy, my dad." He responded bluntly. "Francois is from France and I'm from a Provence in Canada called Québec where they speak french."
"Yeah Matt moved in with me and 'Cupcake' around when we were ten by his own choice. Me, being his half brother, was the first thing that brought him here." Al said as he pulled the murphy bed out of the blue cabinet on the wall.
Al had saved you from the large mattress dropping down from the wall before it could crash on your head. You ended up in an awkward position of him on all fours over top of you. You couldn't help staring into his big red eyes that were uncovered by his shades as they were knocked off his nose. His face just 2 inches from touching yours and was actually pretty handsome up close. You started burning up and turning tomato red without realizing it. You looked from side to side. His arms were very muscular.
"Uh - um A - A - Al? Y - you're on top of me." You broke the strong silence.
"Ha ha ha! I'll just leave you two alone." Mattie finally laughed out and went back upstairs in to the kitchen.
:_\ Al's P.O.V /_:
The bed started to slip out of my grip and almost fell on (y/n). I ran tackled her out of the way. 'Why did I do that?
What the hell is up with me lately?... Why did I save her? She's just another doll... is she?' I thought. I stared at her in shock. She has the most beautiful, big (e/c) eyes I've ever seen. Her (h/l), (h/c) hair is just as amazing as... well I don't know... something super soft... She also smelled nicer than I thought. At least she doesn't smell like a walking fruit salad like I expected her to.
"Uh - um A - A - Al? Y - you're on top of me." She said interrupting my thoughts.
'What am I doing? This is not how I should act... right? Gaah I don't know. Why is my heart beating so fast? I feel like my face is getting hotter than usual.'
'Am I- no. Am I?'
:_\ 3rd person P.O.V /_:
He jumped off. You noticed he was blushing.
"Heh sorry (y/n) ya must be feeling awkward."
"Yeah i-i am. Um uh, well I'll get the bed ready." You said grabbing your sheets and started putting them on your bed until Al grabbed your waist and ripped the sheets out of your hands.
"Allow me." Al said and started putting together your bed. "Get up stairs. I'll be up there in a minute okay?"
"No I in-"
"My house. You're the guest and plus Ollie will have my ass if I don't treat you like our guest so you get your ass up there got it?" Al protested, picked you up and carried you to the stairs.
"Um g-got it." You responded, shocked and marched up stairs back to the sickly colored kitchen.
"Who are you?" The Frenchman asked looking down at you and frowning.
"M-my name is (y-y/n) I'm staying here for t-the night." You answered.
Francis turned to Matt and asked him something but you couldn't pin point what he said due to you not being a bilingual and that includes french to the list of languages you cannot differ between gibberish or something else.
"Non. Al est le idiot qui prende le petit fille . Il est le pervert dans la maison." Matt's response dumbfounded you as you can only understand the words idiot, petit, pervert, and Al comming out of his mouth. All you know is that Matt's mouth can put a sailor's to shame.
You looked behind you and back at the French man who had a newly lit cigarette in his mouth. He pulled out a box and showed it to you.
"Want un, Ma amie?" Francis asked, failing at trying to fake a smile.
"N - no I don't smoke." You responded not trying to be insulting. You hated that nasty habit. It would be the death of you if you end up doing that.
People smoking around you was one of your pet peevs. It was not long until Matt pulled out one of his own and began blowing sickening black smoke that smelled extremely bad out of his mouth. Al walked up the stairs, stopped for a brief moment, then grabbed you by the waist, making you blush again.
"Excuse me, but I don't think that doll face over here is feeling comfortable."
Al said, snaking his arm up your torso and pulled you closer to his body. He let out a small sigh as Ollie strolled into the room with a fresh batch of brownies topped with fudge icing.
"Does Anyone care to ha-"
"NO!" Matt yelled as he ran towards the blue eyed British man and yanking the tray out of his pink mitten covered hands. "wrong batch Oliver" He whispered to Ollie.
"Oh you are right. Why is there weird parsley like leaves in them then?" Ollie asked curiously as he grabbed a brownie but before he could take a bite Matt smacked it out of Oliver's hand and watched it fall to the ground.
"What a waste of good green gold." You heard Matt grumble in frustration.
"Umm okay you guys take care of what you are doing and me and dollface over here will be off downstairs." Al confidently said as he marched to the cellar, pulling you along with him.
"Umm thank you?" You said nervously.
He laughed with a smirk, again, showing his missing tooth and spanked your butt. You flinched off the sofa you two were sitting on and let out a small 'eep' to Al's pleasure.
"Can you do me a favor?" He asked
"What is it?"
"Can you run to the 7 Eleven and grab a pack of Corona for me? It's just around the corner." He asked as he searched through his pocket and handed you a few bucks.
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Little did they know, a spark was forming between the perverted killer and the passionate artist.
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2p!America x Kidnapped!Reader That crazy kid that sits in the back of class.
FanfictionOne day you were walking around downtown and ended up being chased by a strange man with a baseball bat filled with nails. who could this man be?
