The Mystery Guy Next Door

√ 2) Pancakes

I woke up to the sound of humming.

The tune being hummed sounded familiar but strange. I tried to get up but I just fell back down onto the sofa.

What had happened to me? I only vaguely remember myself trying to open my front door but not being able to.... then... falling to the ground..... and ... being picked by someone and ... Thats all I could remember.

I shivered at the thought of being in unknown surroundings.

"Hello... Anyone there?" I called. In hope that at least someone would respond. I snorted. As if they would be like, 'Oh yeah, here I am, in the kitchen fixing up a sandwich!'

I plucked up the courage and decided to investigate the room I was in. The reassuring scent of apple and cinnamon was present and this time it didn't feel intimidating at all. The four walls around me were black with a streak of white through them. I felt like a bee stuck in a closed box. How flattering.

Tiptoeing over to the chest of drawers, I opened the top draw and found nothing in there. I opened the rest of the drawers and strangely found nothing in there either..

Erm. Ok then.

I stepped out of the room and headed to my right.

Exploring the room didn't take long as there wasn't much to delve into. The house itself was massive, each room was humongous and the staircases leading upstairs seemed daunting. The homely smell of blueberry pancakes wafted into my nostrils; causing me to follow. As I came into the kitchen, I was welcomed by my kidnapper leaning against the fridge, arms folded across his chest gazing at me intently.

"Huh?"

His hair was a soft brown probably a shade lighter than mine. I took a step forward and smiled my sweetest smile, then decided to introduce myself.

"The names Riley. Now tell me who you are, what you are and what the hell you want from me."

He let out a bark of laughter.

"Calm down little girl."

"Excuse me? Little girl? We'll be seeing who's little after I kick your overgrown head in mate."

He raised his eyebrows up and seemed slightly taken aback. He pulled out a chair and began to eat his pancakes.

Frustration ate at me. Without a second thought, I went and took the plate off him. "Stop acting like were the best of friends because mister.. we are not. Now where the hell am I? You do know I can have you arrested on suspicion of abducting and harassment."

"You talk too much. Now give me back my plate."

I let out a huff. "No."

"No?" He smirked.

"No, not until you explain yourself."

I waited patiently for him to speak. Instead he just groaned. "Call me J. Now can I have my pancakes back? I'm starving."

He went to get the plate from my hand but I held it up over my head. I narrowed my gaze at him.

"I'm the new guy next door and I want my pancakes."

I rolled my eyes giving him the plate. The weight of the plate was hurting my arm anyway.

"Thank you your royal highness." He said sarcastically with his mouth already full.

"Ew."

No one spoke for a few moments. "You KIDNAPPED ME! and your sitting here EATING PANCAKES!?" Wow, this guy was oblivious.

"Want some?" He asked.

I screamed in frustration. How could this one guy get on my nerves so much? Oh wait, he kidnapped me.

He laughed and began choking. Served him right.

"W-water." He ground out.

I stood smirking in victory like the bad ass I knew I was.

He immediately stood up to pour a glass of milk into his mouth.

After gulping it all down, he brushed his mouth with the back of his hand. Charming. "Wow, your so caring."

I mocked him and shrugged.

"Ah well. Karma's a bitch.. Shouldn't have kidnapped me then."

"Kidnapped? Stop being so dramatic. You passed out in my arms and I just happened to be there so I brought you over."

"Oh." I must admit he caught me off guard.

"Yeah.. oh." He smirked, what was with all the smirking? Gosh.

"Well then, I'll see you around. You know stuff to do, people to save." With that I shot out the front door leaving an amused ex-kidnapper staring at my retreating back.

"People to save?" He called out and laughed. I turned back around, stepping out the front door."Kiss my ass loser! Ciao!"

I walked out with a goofy smile etched onto my face, only to trip over nothing awkwardly. Why was I so clumsy? Not my usual style I must admit.

"Real mature Riley. Real mature." His words only caused the smile to widen.