Intruders || ✔

"I thought I was gonna rot out here!"

BANG! BANG! BANG!

My eyes snapped open at the sudden noise. Bright sunlight peeking through the half thrown open curtains blinded my sight momentarily as I brought my palms to my ears and rubbed my eyelashes lazily.

BANG! BANG! BANG!

The noise reached my sleepy ears again. I let out a groan and sighed in annoyance.

Someone was banging the door with all the force they could muster.

I groaned again, peeling the warm and comfortable sheets off me and sat up. But light- headedness got the better of me and I grimaced, throwing a glare at the direction of my bedroom door.

The visitor knocked the door again, with much louder force this time and I sighed.

Better open up before I have to get the door replaced...

I thought bitterly and turned myself in bed, placing my feet on the cold floor and let out an another grimace. Tch...

After I finally stood up, I sharply turned my head to the bedside table, well to the alarm clock resting there to be precise.

7:36 am

I felt my left eye twitch. Twice.

Now who in the world is banging my door at such an ungodly hour and on a Sunday of all days?

Letting out an animalistic growl and with full intention to bash out on the sleep intruder, I dashed out of my room, passing through the hallway and finally to the drawing room.

Then I came to a halt. Turning my head to a little mirror situated at the near end of the hallway, I took a look at my just-woken-up appearance, glared at it, fixed my hair and slapped myself twice.

To chase the slumber away, why else...

Then, finally, I walked over to the main door and pulled it wide open, only to reveal...

"Ryan! Oh thank god you opened up! I thought I was gonna rot out here!"

...my hyperactive neighbor-cum-best friend Ken.

His loud girlish squeal penetrated my eardrums and brought me back to the real world, all sleep completely gone.

Now don't get me wrong. Ken is my best friend. We had known each other since high school and now went to the same university. He studied literature and creative writing while I was working for a degree in electrical engineering.

But. But he irritated me to no end.

I mean, just look at this, it's not even 8 in the morning on a Sunday and he is already at my door, yelling at the top of his lungs, has most probably killed someone on accident and is right now staring at me with a weird look.

Keeping all these thought to myself, I just scratched my untamed gruff with lazy fingers and asked irritably.

"What do you want Ken?"

And that's how I got sucked into madness.