Is this another one of THOSE Love Stories?

Chapter 1 - Special Place

3am
SMASH! I woke up with a start. My eyes flew open, and at once I saw a figure in front of me. I knew what I had to do. (He?) started approaching me. I wrapped my fingers around it. My heart beat was as rapid as the intruder's footsteps. I slowly raised it. In the pitch black, he couldn't see it in front of his face. With a sharp intake of air, I pressed it.
VOOSHH!
Masses of hot air blasted his face, all at once. I could see the sparks ablaze.
"No please! No!"
The intruder staggered away so I got up and paced after him. I turned up the speed. Within seconds of fumbling, I was blinded by light. He found my light switch. I screamed a warrior scream then pushed my weapon closer to his face-
"Is that....a hairdryer?"
He put his hand over the vent. He found the button and the sound died out.
He looked as though he was about to say something but then he blinked. I stared into his big brown eyes; he looked back into my boring blue eyes. His mouth opened slightly. His gaze shifted to my bare...whoops autocorrect. BEAR printed pj's. Yet, I seized the opportunity to conjure my white belt karate skills and kick him right in his 'special place.'

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"Owie! My funny bone!"

I laughed my evil laugh (for reference, it went a little something like this: "mwuhaha heeeeeeeehhhha nahhaha"- you know what, it's too hard to explain.)
His face was blank. I got the feeling he wanted to interrupt me when he said "I want to interrupt you" but I just kept laughing evilly. I turned the hairdryer on again and put it in front of my mouth, trying to achieve that robotic effect a fan gives you. It didn't really work, in fact, it felt as though it was trying to compete with my volume. I turned the hairdryer off, dragged him by the collar (all the while laughing; I'm a singer you see, I have a strong diaphragm.) I pulled him into my bathroom, maintained the laugh for another 5 seconds, then cut off suddenly. The echo continued (courtesy of the bathroom) but was ruined when I heard my sister yell to "shut up Katia" and to "create your diabolical plan in another room Katia."

I yanked the intruder back to my room, and slowly pulled the door shut, careful not to wake my sister. Success. I didn't make a sound.

Seconds later I screamed, "Who on earth are you!!!!!!!!?!?!!!!!"

"Who am I? Who are you?"

"Um...mate you're in MY room"

He paused for a second. "So I am."

I looked at him, dumbfounded.

He hesitated before he spoke. "....I sleep walk."

"You smashed my window! You're not a sleep walker! You're a psychopath!"

He stayed silent, before commenting "I like your pj's."

"Don't change the subject," I spoke in a low, dangerous tone. I coughed; my vocal range isn't that large. I looked around and grabbed my eyelash curler, pointing it at his face like a dagger. He looked genuinely afraid, as I started clamping it together like a crocodile. Fear turned to confusion when I started using my hairdryer to warm the curler up. A minute later, I applied it to my eyelashes. 28 seconds passed and I released the curler, batting my eyelashes. I repeated the process on my other eyelashes.

"Can I go? Or-"

"I'll do the talking," I said, turning on my desk lamp and flipping it towards his face. He blinked, twice.
I wanted to say some hardcore action movie line, but I couldn't think of one. I considered whether "Love Actually" was an action movie, and decided to roll with it.
"Christmas is a time for people with someone they love in their-" I sneezed in his face before I could finish it.

"It's the middle of July," he replied, wiping his face.

"WHO are you and WHY are you here?" I asked him again.

"Oh, my name is Sonnet, but people just call me Jackson, and my dad calls me Son. I'm not sure if it's because I'm his son, or because it works with my name. I have to ask him actually..."

"Sonnet? As in the poetry?" He nodded.

"And where does Jackson come from then?"

"I was like 7 and I heard someone in the park yelling for their dog Jackson. I liked the dog so I decided to call myself Jackson."

"That's it? No sob story behind it?" I checked.

"Oh well...I was chasing the dog and it ran on the road and got hit by a car...so I felt like I had to name my self after him, I guess."

"That's super sad."

"Yeah. So what was that weapon you put on your eyelashes?" He asked.

"You're not done. Tell me why you are here."

"Oh, I almost forgot about that. I'm your new neighbour. Just wanted to say hi."

"At 3am?"

He paused. "....Fine! I was lonely! My wifi dropped out so I had no one to talk to!"

"Okay..." I took in this strange bit of information.

"Are you going to tell me your name?"

"Katia."

"Cool." He jumped onto my bed. "Can I have the wifi password?"

"Get out of my house!"
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