You've spent a whole week with Naomi now, and learned what he usually does. He can pick locks, hack, and do a ton of other bad stuff that's illegal. On the third day you had him, you were so irritated you locked him out. Well, he picked your lock in the middle of the night and stayed up watching TV for the rest of the night. It was ridiculously annoying. " Going to work today? " he said. " Mmm, no I'm just getting ready to go and getting my tools for nothing. " you said sarcastically. He really just could not figure it out, could he? The usual. You took an apple and bit in to it, considering you had woke up late, had a meeting that day, and skipped breakfast. " Naomi wants some, " he said. Tch. You tossed him the apple and he ate the whole thing. You ran outside, sprinting as fast as you could to work. As soon as you wrote the last word to that last chapter, you slumped in your chair, doing nothing. You was so tired. You went to the lounge room, sat on a couch, and next thing you knew, you was asleep. When you woke up, holy crap. It was 12:56. You stopped working at 7:00, so that means five whole hours and fifty six minute wasted. You ran home immediately knowing that Naomi was picking up the phone, ready to call 911. You slammed the door open, looking for Naomi. You shut the door and looked. You sighed a breath of relief. He was asleep. He immediately zapped up and slapped your hand when you poked him to make sure he was sleeping. " Oh god, just you, " he gasped in relief. You flicked his forehead. " Thanks for the kind welcome, " you said. You grabbed you and hugged you. " Where in the actual fuck were you? I fucking worried, (Y/N)! " He shouted. He let go of you ran his hand through his hair. You pat him and took some clothes to take a shower. You stepped in your bathroom and remembered the other day - You locked the door and the latch on top. You always did that nowadays, with Naomi around. You finished and grabbed your towel, ruffling it through your hair. You slipped on your clothes and walked into the living room, seeing Naomi was messing with remote. " Naomi, what are you doing? " you asked. " Stuff, " he said. Tch. " Stuff. " you thought in your mind. " Naomi, I'm going to sleep. " you yelled and went into your room. You lay down on your soft covers and started to shut your eyes when it started to rain. A second after, you hear Naomi shout your name loudly, as if he was in pain. Uh oh. What'd he do now?! You ran into the kitchen seeing Naomi on the floor clenching his hand tight. You saw a knife on the table and a red liquid. You screamed, not knowing what to do. You dropped down on your knees and schooched up close to him and grabbed his hand. It was fine! What the heck? In his lap there was a cup. You then looked to the right and - it was Kool Aid. " What the fuck, Naomi?! I thought you were dying!! " You shouted, mad. " I'm not fine, (Y/N), I put the cup on the table, and then I carefully poured in the juice, and I put the cup to near the knife, then the knife knocked it over, and I was in serious distress! " he cried. Ugh. You helped him up, and he thanked you smirking. " What a waste of time, " you murmured. You walked back to your room and fell asleep. When you woke up you realized that today was a day off - A day of freedom. You sighed happily and collapsed on your bed, ready to sleep for three more years. You shut the blinds and dozed off.
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RomanceYour name was (Y/N) You were a 21 year old young male. One day, you met a man. And man that you would soon fall in love with. His name was Naomi. He was the same age as you, and a bit taller. But there was one problem. He was a bad boy.
