Short stories!

Burglar

So me, being the number one detective I intend to investigate. I pick up my phone and analyze the photo, sitting up from my bed as the sun pours through my open window. I should've, number one, Worn a shirt.

I sigh and lazily run a hand through my hair, deciding that this can wait. I walk downstairs, and put my hands lazily in my jogging pants, "Charlie~ Where are you~?" I sing.

The black cat lazily struts out to me, it's tail high and it holds a dead mouse in its mouth. I smile and take the mouse, nuzzling Charlie, "Did you catch this for me? You can have it, since you did catch it." I offer it back to Charlie, who takes it and walks off to probably eat it in private.

The doorbell rings as I stand up and I lazily throw on a tank top as I open the door and lean on it, "Hello-"

"Mr.Barner! How are you doing? The delivery man mistakes my house for yours~ This is your package?" My neighbor, Peter, offers me the package.

I nod, "Please stop calling me Mr, I'd much rather be called Thomas and you know it." I grumble, taking the package.

Peter nods, "Will do! Have a nice day!" He waves as he walks through my grass, which I hate. I roll my eyes and sit the package on my coffee table, then turn around to close the door before something flies in.

Sadly, it made it in and I unleashed one of the girlish screams I've ever made in my life. I fall onto my couch as it sits on my window and I notice it's just simply a blue bird. I sigh in relief and as I got up to hopefully open to door, Charlie pounces on it.

"Uh. Thanks I guess..please don't hide this one in the closet- okay do. Have a nice day to you too.." I mumble, going back to my package as Charlie walks away. I open it and thank god I ordered some walkie talkies. I can just leave this in my living room because he has to come through the front door. And I'll leave one on in my room by my nightstand, because he has to see me.

Nothing looks stolen though. So he must've been coming for me, which sounds highly disturbing.

*** let's switch views!

I wasn't planning on coming back. I wasn't planning on ever stepping in here again, but once I noticed that I took the picture on his phone and not mine, a stupid mistake, I had to come back to get the picture.

I walk past the sleeping cat as I sneak up the stairs. I'm usually really super quiet, but I hate stairs. How can you be quiet on stairs? You can't. They squeak and creak and it's terrible. In all my life I've never experienced such anger as I have for stairs-
I gasp as Something grabs my arm while I was about to walk into Thomas' room, pulling me into a small closet. They close the door and pin me to a wall, staring at me dead in the eyes.

I freeze as I realize who it is and how close we are, holding my breath. Thomas seems to analyze me silently, before they lean against the back wall, "You're not armed, are you?" He questions.
I shake my head as I look him up and down, Black shorts. Only black shorts. Why the heck isn't he wearing a shirt?
He leans closer and stares at me with his deep blue eyes.
My face heats up, "W-what are you-"
"You're a guy? You're really pretty for a guy."
My ears heat up to match the heat of my face, "I-Uhm! Y-you're prettier.." I mumble, covering my mouth with my hand.
His black hair falls over one of his eyes as he laughs, "Really? I'm flattered." He laughs.
I instinctively lean towards his eyes, and brush his hair out of the way. My other hand finds it's way on his shoulders my other stays behind his ear.
I hear him sigh, "You know I'm supposed to report you right? Like to the cop-"
I instinctively push my lips onto his neck, hoping to leave some evidence that I was here. He lets out a shaky breath and wraps his arms lazily around my neck, "I don't even k-know your name.." He trails off.
"Ryan."
He hums as if trying to figure out if he remembers the name. He shouldn't, I just started stalking him last month.
"Ryan-"
I interrupted him by pushing my lips against his and he hums into the kiss. My hands find their way to his waist and into his back pockets, pulling him closer to me.

***back to Mr.Detective***

The sun shines on my eyes, forcing me to wake up. Though I open my eyes to a pair of arms around my waist. I turn my head around to try and see who's behind me and am met with a cluster of dirty blond hair. I remember what happened last night, but not how the fuck I got in my bed. 

Ryan's light green eyes lazily open and are met with mine. He nuzzles into my neck, shuffling closer to me, "Morning.." He grumbles.
"I meant to ask you, you were the one who broke into my house and took the picture of me, Yeah?"
Ryan nods, "Yeah, I meant to take it on my phone but I made a mistake, so my original plan was to come get another On my phone."
"What did you want it for?" I ask, starting to think Ryan can be really creepy.
"You're a pretty guy, who wouldn't want a picture of you?" Ryan laughs.
"Mhm..fine then. I maybe won't report you for flattering me." I yawn.
"Oh thanks~"