My Catastrophic Life

Chapter Five:

Well, Hello again. Long time no see.

Sorry, I've been very busy with school and such. Yeah lol.

And you know me. Hashtag procrastinator.

BUT! Here is the moment of truth, the moment you've all been waiting for *dramatic music/drum roll*

ENJOY! :D

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CHAPTER FIVE: Mall Stalks.

I wake up to the sound of the doorbell. I groan, and bury my face in my pillow, throwing the covers over my head.

Whhhhyy?!

DING DONG!

'I'm going to "ding-dong" their head soon.'

It rings yet again, quickly floating up the stairs to meet my ears under the covers. Letting out an exasperated groan, I throw the covers off me, unconsciously swinging my legs over the side and sitting up. I lift my hand up to my head and pat down my hair-- or at least try. Whoever it is is going to have to deal with seeing my just-got-outta-bed-and-I-look-like-hell image.

DIIIINNNGGGGG DOOOONNNGG!

Frustrated, I zombie-walk down the stairs-- to the best to my ability (which it's too well). Before the person can ring the doorbell again, I've stumbled down the hallway to the door, rested my hand on the doorknob for a split second, and swung open the door.

And died.

"CHASE DANIELSON." I stare with golf-ball eyes at the déjà vú before me. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?!"

Chase smirks. "Nice hair."

I scowl. "Gee, thanks."

He chuckles.

I cross my arms. "Care to explain your presence at my doorstep 8:30 in the morning on a Saturday when I have miraculously managed to get off work?"

"Well, you didn't exactly tell me I couldn't come. I'm here to tag along, remember? Have 'you' gotten amnesia over night?"

Pfft, most likely. I wouldn't doubt it a bit.

"That's my line." I say. "Refresh me. 'Tag along' why?"

"To protect you, and keep an eye on things, der."

"Don't 'der' me. And what makes you think I need protecting?" I counter defensibly.

"Uh, well, I'm sure that jackass didn't do anything about those guys last night, now did he?"

I look away, ashamed almost.

It's true. He didn't.

Chase swears. "I knew it."

I look up and narrow my eyes. "Why do you even care?"

Chase lets out an airy laugh, and shakes his head, adverting his gaze. "Because I do." He mumbles.

"Huh?"

Chase quickly glances at me. "Nothing. Look, can I come in? I'll sit in the living room or whatever while you get ready."

"And you think I'm just going to allow you to stalk me and my friend while we're at the mall?"

Chase narrows his eyes at me. "I'm not stalking. And needn't me to remind of what jackass did last night?" He must have seen my face fall. "Hey, it's best to be safe, than sorry." He says softer.

I heave a sigh and roll my eyes. "Fine. Go." I flick my wrist towards my living room. "Don't leave that room." I warn, raising my eye-brow before I leave the door open and walk back up to my room. But before I head up the stairs, I glance in the living room to make sure Mr. Obnoxious Mischief is where he is supposed to be.