So I met this guy in a red suit (OLD)

Chapter 4

Edited

I start to pull off my shirt as I walk to my room. I open my door and throw my shirt on my bed. I take off my skirt and do the same as I did with my shirt. I put on some comfortable clothes instead of the clothes I would wear when going out.
When I finish, I walk back down stairs. Deadpool was watching my TV again. This time he was watching some random movie. I notice that he was sitting now. I sit next to him.
"So..." I look at his suit "How are you comfortable in that?"

He shrugs"I've worn it a lot. Done a lot with it" he turns to me when saying the second thing.

"I don't need to know" I reply, awkwardly smiling.

Deadpool shrugs "don't worry I don't force it but I wouldn't mind getting that sweet ass" he winks.

I smack his face again. "Please stop."

He rubs his cheek "Fine fine" and turns his attention to the TV.

We watch the movie, Deadpool giving his opinions about it every 5 seconds. When it finished, Deadpool claps his hands "that was great!"

"Hm" I shrug. I take out my phone and check the time.
Almost 1pm. I check my notifications.

As I did, I could feel Deadpools breathing behind me.

"Ever heard of privacy?" I say, covering my phone with my hand.

He sighs and sits back up again "Im bored!"

"Just watch another movie"

"That's boring"

He looks around my house "do you have any crutches or something?"

"Why so you could hop around my house?!"

"No I have to piss"

"...oh" I get up "um... wait"
I go to my basement and look around. I'm sure I have crutches somewhere (from you or family member I don't fucking know).

I find them and grab them. I walk upstairs and look to Deadpool.
"Here"

He tries to stand with his only leg and grabs one of the crutches. He then grabs the other and sighs.
"Finally"

"The bathrooms over there, first door to your left" I say, pointing down the hall.

"Thanks!" He says, hopping to the bathroom. I sigh and rub the back of my neck. How was I going to deal with this guy.

I watched the TV silently but furrow my eyebrows.
He's been gone for quite a while. Either he's taking a shit or doing something bad.

I immediately get up and walk to the bathroom. I knock on the door to check if he was there...

Silence.

I knock harder.... Nothing. I open the door to see only the bathroom empty with the light on. I huff and turn off the light.
"Deadpool!!"

I slam the door closed and walk around my house, trying to find him. I go up my stairs and look to my room. Oh God, if he's in there..

I hear clatter from my room

"If your touching my shit, I'm going to smack you across the head so fucking hard!!!" I yell, stumping to my room

I swing the door open, seeing Deadpool laying on my bed.

"I wasn't doing anything"
I glare at him and look around my room. I go to my counter and open the shelfs. I look at him with shock
"Did you go through my underwear?!?"

He shakes his head "of course not"

"Then explain to me why it's all messed up here"

He shrugs "you tell me"

I sigh heavily and push my shelf closed.

"Did you go through anything else?"

"Nope"

I look at him
"Maybe?"

I start to glare

"..Yea"

"What the fuck, man" I mumble, looking around in where else he searched through.

"Hey can I sleep here?" He asks.

"But I sleep there."

"Ok" he shrugs.

"Where the hell would I sleep."

"Well same place you always sleep" he chuckles.

"I'm not gonna sleep with you" I state blandly.

"Why not? Don't worry, I cuddle."

"Get the fuck off my bed. Your sleeping on the couch."

"Aw come on! Your beds comfy!" Deadpool whines, getting off my bed. I walk to the door and pull it open for him. He hops out of my room, sighing.

I close my door and walk behind him.

"How did you even get up my stairs?" I ask in curiosity.

"I've got skills, girl"

I roll my eyes but laugh a bit "wow"

Well it sure was gonna be hard but I geuss he's some fun.