Working In the Offices (House_Owner X Reader)

Chapter 5

That's when I realise I left my favourite stuffed toy in the car that I can't seem to sleep without. My best solution is to sneak out and get it... So that's what I'll do. I open the door and look into the dark hallway, stepping out and quietly closing the door behind me. I creep towards the kitchen/living room area to try and spot where Ross has put my keys. I then see a light coming from around the corner, then I see the TV is on while Ross is fast asleep and stretched out on the sofa.

Thanks to the light of the TV I can see Ross has put my keys on the coffee table so I carefully creep over whilst trying to not make any noise, grabbing the keys and heading to the front door. Thankfully they left the key in the front door, making me able to unlock it. So I unlock the front door, stepping out into the cold night air with only my socks protecting my feet. I take quick, brisk steps over to my car and quickly unlock it, I then rush to the boot of the car, swiftly swinging it open and pulling out my stuffed 'Winnie the Pooh' bear that I have had since I was a child. I cuddle it close to me, shutting the boot and locking the car.

I then look around into the darkness, checking to see if anyone is around. After seeing nothing I rush back to the front door, hurriedly locking it behind me. God I hate the dark...

Then, something on the TV interests me, so I sit down in the armchair, sitting with my legs tucked under myself.

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I wake up abruptly, I'm being shaken? I open my eyes to see Max in front of me. I rub my eyes, stretching out my arms.

"Mornin'" I greet him, a smile on my face.

"Hey, nice pants by the way." He comments, pointing towards my Homer Simpsons underwear I stole from Ross.

"I know right. D'you like my package?" I ask, showing him the hollow part where a man's genitals normally go.

"Amazing, I'm jealous." He chuckles, walking into the kitchen so I begin to follow him, leaving my Pooh teddy on the chair. As I walk past a still sleeping Ross I stop in my tracks, looking him over as he is sleeping in the weirdest position I have ever seen.

"Why haven't you woken Ross up?" I ask, intrigued.

"Oh yeah, forgot. Wake him up for me while I make some pancakes." Max instructs from the kitchen as he pulls out a frying pan and pancake mix.

"Lazy..." I mumble as he adds milk to the pancake mixture and pours it onto the hot pan. I usually make the pancake mixture myself...

I squat down next to the sofa, my face a few inches away from Ross'. To wake him up, I choose to poke his nose repeatedly, he twitches but doesn't seem to wake up. That's when I take it to a new extreme and decide to just sit on him. I hop up and down and this makes him wake up.

" *Annoyed groan* What are you doing?" He moans in annoyance.

"Trying to get you up." I say in a 'duhhh' tone.

"Why are you wearing my underwear?" He asks. That's when I make eye contact with him and spot he hasn't got his glasses on, they are on the coffee table. I quickly pick his glasses up and put them on, giggling like a child.

"You still haven't answered my question." He retorts with a small smile on his lips.

"Well, I'm not going to wear jeans to bed, am I?" I respond with my hands on my hips.

"What about your own underwear?" He asks, sitting up and yawning.

"These are bigger and not 6cm long." I shrug, adjusting the glasses on my face and trying to see through the blurry lenses. "I don't know why but I thought you would have worse vision than this."

"Why's that?" Ross asks, now standing up and brushing himself off.

"Well... I just said 'I don't know why'." I raise an eyebrow and see that Ross isn't even listening, he's just staring at the pile of pancakes in the kitchen.

"Breakfast is ready." Max calls. This causes Ross to make a bee line to the kitchen, shoving me onto the floor as he sits down on a bar stool.

I look around the room, picking up my phone and also picking up Pooh the bear. Sluggishly, I make my way to the kitchen with half the amount of enthusiasm that Ross had. I sit down at the stool left of Ross, placing Pooh on my lap and begin to unlock my phone. I see that its at 97%. What? I swear it was at 40% or so when I went t-

"When you were sneaking about last night I was awake, after you had fallen asleep I plugged your phone in to charge." Ross answers my thoughts, slightly scaring me. Raising an eyebrow at him, I watch as goes to stab one of his pancakes with his fork but he misses and hits the plate instead. This is more than likely due to the fact he has just woken up and hasn't got his glasses on. I can't help but giggle at his misfortune.

"Hey! Give me those!" He exclaims, quickly snatching his glasses off of my face, stabbing my eye in the process.

"You got my god damn eye you twonk!" I exclaim, rubbing my eye and constantly blinking.

Max, who is now sitting to the right of Ross on the other bar stool, and Ross both give me shocked looks.

"Guys, I'm fi-" I start to speak, rubbing my now watering eye but Ross interrupts me.

"No, we don't care about your eye. We wanna know what type of word 'twonk' is." Ross quickly cleans up my misunderstanding.

"Well thanks for your concern." I roll my eyes.

"Welcome." Max smiles, passing me a plate of pancakes and syrup over Ross' plate.

"Thanks!" I take the already laid out knife and fork and begin to dig in.

- *burp* -

"They were lovely Max!" I exclaim in delight, dipping my finger in the left over maple syrup and licking it.

"Have you had enough?" Max asks, inspecting my leftover pancake. I nod.

"I'll have it." Ross stops Max as he is about to throw it into the bin.

"Ross, you've already had six pancakes." Max tries to work some reason into Ross.

"There are kids in Africa who could eat that pancake." Ross sighs.

"Well why don't you mail it to them then." Max retorts with frustration.

"That would probably be quite expensive, and by the time it gets ther-" Ross begins to say another silly reply but gets interrupted.

"Just take it Ross." Max sighs in defeat, placing my plate in front of Ross. It doesn't take Ross long to literally lick the plate clean.

"Ahhh... I love me some pancakes!" He smiles with delight, I begin to chuckle. "What?" I shake my head at Ross with a small smile on my face.

"When do we have to get to the office?" I ask, ready to plan how long I have to watch TV on the sofa until I have to get ready.

"9:30am." Max tells me.

(Honestly, I have no clue what time they start work.)

I check my phone to see its 8:45am.

"I'm gonna go and raid my car for clothes." I say aloud, speaking to no one in particular.

I grab my car keys off of the counter top, swiftly unlocking the front door and heading out.