Us and Our House

The Girl Next Door

*My Edit*

The first night in their new apartment. Sounds peaceful, doesn't it? Well, it was, expect for one, and that was Earl.

The tenor had woken up to strange knocking sounds. It was as if pulled straight from a horror film, as least, his reaction was.

The first night in a new home, and you hear odd sounds? That was more than enough to push Earl a little over the edge. To the extent where he tiptoed down the hallway, eyes sharp and alert, to Geoff's room.

He didn't want to wake up the others, since he knew he'd get an earful of cranky guys in the morning, so he decided he'd only bother one of them.

With caution in his step, he neared the bass's bedside. It had seemed that his sneaking tactics succeeded, because the strawberry-blond didn't seem to stir even the slightest bit. The fact that he seemed so relaxed was the only thing holding the tenor back from waking him up.

But, nevertheless, Earl have Geoff's shoulder a firm shake, whispering, "Geoff, hey! Wake up, buddy."

The bass's eyes shut tightly and a low grumble escaped his lips. "It's not time for work yet..." before the taller man attempted turn onto his side, away from Earl, but the tenor stopped him and slapped his cheek softly.

"Geoff, can you hear that, too?" Earl asked in reference to the noises as his eyes glanced towards the hallway.

Geoff took in a deep breath before his hands rubbed his brown eyes tiredly, "Hear what?" he asked airily with a yawn.

"That." Earl mentioned just as the sound happened once more. The bass paused for a second with his nose crinkled and if trying to concentrate.

The bass decided to give up and finally turned into his side before saying, "If it's not the sound of breakfast, I don't care." his words were slurred slightly.

"Seriously, man!" Earl tried to reason, also trying to keep his voice down so he wouldn't wake the others up.

"'Seriously' my @$$..." Geoff mumbled as he snuggled into the sheets a bit more.

Without warning, the blond decided it was hopeless trying to convince his friend, so he yanked the blanket straight off him. As the chill attacked Geoff, he quickly curled up into a ball and groaned. "Earl!" he moaned, "Gimme da blanket back, —"

"Not until you at least check it out." Earl answered. "I'm about eighty-four percent sure it's an actual demon."

"Go wake up Layne then... isn't he into the Harry Potter thing...?" Geoff whined.

"Come on, Geoff." Earl rolled his eyes and tossed the blanket aside much to the bass's pleads of dismay. "Get up."

Geoff groggily got up, sounding more like a living earthquake than a human being. The bass followed the tenor out the door, dragging his feet as he did so. He yawned as he rubbed her eyes once more and tried to awaken his mind a bit more.

When Earl heard the sound once more he quickly stopped, halting Geoff dead in his tracks as well. A few quick moments after the sound, Earl whispered loudly, "Did you hear it?"

Geoff blinked and glanced around the room. "Yeah..." he confirmed as his eyes scanned the area around them for where the sound may have come from. "If anything it's a rat or something... and it sounds like it's probably in the vents."