Living With The 2p!F.A.C.E

Chapter 5 (1/2)

So, after I bound a whole lot of disappointment from Oliver because of me agreeing of the idea of having slumber party that has every kind of explicit thing inside it even though it was just the five of us. Yes, I said five. Oliver wanted to join in because of how protective he is towards me. I guess..?

And now here am I, starting up the slumber party myself since they are to lazy to clean up Francois room. Yes, we're putting up the slumber party at Francois room since he's the one who suggested the idea and I guess that's fair enough but holy shit, his room was a pure mess. No wonder, Oliver himself, fear of entering Francois room.

Like, I spent the whole evening cleaning Francois's shit and by that I mean, some paper on the floor, drinks and alcohol on the floor with some foul smell and dirty novels and magazines on the floor scattered nearly everywhere in his room. What the fuck does this man do for living, honestly?!

After cleaning the chamber of hell, I readied the blanket that they gave me while I put my blanket on top of all their blankets and then put the bean bags in a circle and put the foods in the middle. Done.

Wait, I need to do something first. I sprayed the room with my favorite air-fresher to make it smells nice. "Guys, I'm done!!" I yelled through the door as I exited the room to get my own food. Which is pocky and sweets.

I carried the food on my arms and entered Francois's room. It seems that everyone is there in their pajamas. But when I stepped in, their eyes widen as they saw me.

"What, why are y'all staring at me like that?"

"Azria, you're... Taller than... Usual."

"Hm?"

I put down my food in the middle and went to the bathroom in Francois room and the saw myself- "WHAT THE FUCK?!" I screamed as I saw myself in a really tall figure but only my height changes not my appearance. I then stared at the reflection for a second and then exited the bathroom only to be greeted by stares. "Okay.. So," I then sit on my bean bag. "Let me explain." They'll nodded at me simply not saying anything.

"We, immortals, ages up really quick and I'm apparently fifteen right now, as you can see. So please, don't feel weird. I'd stop aging in the age of twenty-six so don't worry."

"Does that mean you can now drink-"

"Francois, I'm fifteen."

"Oh, yeah right."

"Nice! Now you can do shit with us without Oliver worrying! Though, I felt weird since you're taller than most of us.." Matt says.

"Heh, I didn't know that I'd be this tall when I'm fully teen."

"Guys, shut the fuck up and give us ideas at what we're doing at slumber party!" Allen butt in and says that loudly to us so Francois could hear it.

"I know, I know!" Oliver sparkled as he began to suggest his idea.

"Oh god."

"We write story!!"

"Sounds good enough." Francois agrees without hesitation.

"Why not? I love writing fanfiction anyway." Matt and Allen looked at me, weirdly. I just shrugged at them.

"Ugh, fine. Oliver, get your shitty books, we're writing the story." Allen groaned.

"Okay! But first.." Oliver shoved a handkerchief to their faces that has some kind of drugs in it. Their bodies glomp on their bean bags, completely passed out.

"Ahahhaha! Do you drugged them?" Francois asked pointing out the obvious.

"Yeah, just wait until they woke up! Now I'm gonna get my notebook to write the story!~"

"I'm gonna change my clothes, okay? Bye." Oliver and Francois nodded to me.

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Third person's point of view

"Wh-where the fuck are we?" Allen grumbled while still dose by the drug that was given from Oliver earlier.

"Oh shit." Matt eyes fluttered open as he muttered that, the sight of his eyes revealed a man infront of them, smiling.

"Oh, good! You two have woke up!~" The man voice that they heard belong to a strawberry blond man who is apparently their past caretaker.

"Why the fuck are we here, again?" Allen asked with his raspy voice tuning into the sentence.

"We're going to write a novel!~" Says, Oliver, who is now holding a notebook in his hand. As both of the brother's sight get better and better they saw two figure about a few inches away from them.

The first figure was a girl with a vibrant red hair and is wearing a plain red pajamas while surrounded by sweets and small boxes that has the word 'pocky' on it. They immediately recognizes the girl as they are pretty much a really close friend even though its only three days since they last met.

Then, there's the other figure. A drunk figure who is surrounded by different types of alcohol. Blond hair and wearing some cheap purple shirt with black long pants. The past caretaker of Matt who is now fully grown and dose by someone's other caretaker.

Though it was really unnecessary to describe the appearance of character, the main protagonist and its soon-future-husband must be-

Wait, wrong fanfiction.

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Yeee another part-part chapter!!!

Fucking amazing.