The Amazing Story About Random Crap

So It's RoomMates, plural

I sighed. The kitchen was completely empty of people now. I heard Angela meow in the next room, so at least she wasn't missing. I sort of felt responsible for her. What to do now? Nothing of interest was happening. Maybe I could go outside. I walked back down the hallway and went into the entry room. There wasn't a front door. So basically, anyone could get in. Oh well. It didn't seem like it was cold out, so I walked outside. However, I ran straight into something. So either the door was invisible, or I was about to meet my roommate. It didn't take long to see the answer was definitely not an invisible door. What I had ran into was two girls. One with short brown hair, not exactly dark or light, and with a black bag over her shoulder. Well, more of a purse. The other girl had long red hair, definitely more light, and turquoise colored curlers in it... okay...

"Hey there- Oh! Almost forgot about that."

"You were about to say my name and spoil everything, weren't you?"

"No fudge Sherlock."

"So are you my roommates?"

The girl with brown hair was very talkative. Or maybe it was just because she had started the conversation.

"Yes! Yes we are. Well, sort of." Finally the redhead was speaking.

"Wait, why do you have curlers in your hair?"

"Don't question me."

Fair enough, today there wasn't anything questionable, it was all so weird. Honestly, I expected it to be a dream. "I guess, then, you should come inside." I went back to the kitchen and waited for my apparent roommates to come in.