The Bad Boy Ate My Oreos [on hold]

Picture this;
Your curled up on the sofa with your mum, watching 'Mr & Mrs Smith'
You hear door open upstairs. It can't be your sister, she is on holiday with her boyfriend. And it can't be your brother, he is having his driving test.
And it can't be a dog or cat. Purley because you don't have one.
You think for a moment.
"I will be back in a minute." you say as your mum loosens her tight cuddle.
You creep up the stairs. Questions running through your head. is it a robber? A dangerous criminal? Why is this person hear? What do they want from me?
You finally reach your bedroom door. It is slightly ajar. Forgetting that this could be a person armed with guns and weapons, you step in.
There is a hot boy stood in the centre of your room. He looks at you wide eyed with about 6 of YOUR oreos in his mouth. And another 2 packets of them in is pockets.
This boy isn't dangerous. But in my eyes he is criminal. He. Ate. My. Oreos.