Chapter Three:

Joe's POV

Ever since Alex left, the rest of the evening seemed pretty quiet. I excused myself early and went home.

Just as I walked through the door, I heard the hissing of the vacuum cleaner.

I made my way into the living room to see Tessa singing and vacuuming at the same time.

"Be like the tiger of the winds! Show your inner dragon and be free!" she pretended to play a guitar, "and then I'll make you BLEED! BLEED! BLEED! BLEED! BLEED!"

What was she saying?

"Phones were meant for talking, you were meant for rocking, now fly with the wind because that's what you NEED! NEED! NEED! NEED! NEED!"

Upon closer inspection, I realized she was listening to her mp3 player. Still! Who listened to that kind of retarded music?

"YEAH! THANK YOU MADAGASCAR! WOOOO!" she bowed to an imaginary crowd. She then turned off the vacuum cleaner and whipped around to face me. "ARGH!" she jumped back in surprise. "Holy shit!"

I stared at her blankly as she started to spazz, "You shouldn't sneak up on people like that. I might've whacked you with this thing." She held up the vacuum.

I didn't reply and just watched as her face turned pale, "Errm, how much of that did you see?" she asked nervously.

"Tiger of the winds? Inner dragon? Bleed?"

"Hey, it's my favourite song!"

"I don't know what retarded songs you listen to, but okay."

"So ," she put the vacuum away in the hall closet, ignoring my previous statement. "Did you have fun?"

"No." I remembered what Jessica and the others said about her, and decided not to say too much.

"Oh, how come?"

I chose not to answer and brushed passed her upstairs.

"Hey!" I could hear her call behind me, "it's not nice to ignore people when they're talking to you!"

Ignoring her once again, I shut my bedroom door and got ready for bed.

Some early sleep would do me good.

I lay awake on my bed failing to fall asleep. Glancing over at my digital clock, I noticed that it was three in the morning.

Ugh. Looks like tonight wasn't going to be a good night for me at all. I turned over on my side, hoping to get a bit more comfortable. Just as I was about to close my eyes, I heard my bedroom door creak open.

I froze.

…What was that?

I turned over in my bed to stare at the now slightly ajar door. There was no one there…

I swallowed. Did I just imagine it? No one ever came to my room.

I decided that I was probably hallucinating from my lack of sleep. Brushing off what I had heard, I decided to close my eyes once again, only to bolt upright once I heard the floor boards creak.

"Who's there?" I called out, met by silence in return.

Suddenly, a figure emerged from the doorway and advanced towards me.

Holy shit!

My breath caught in my throat as the dark figure came closer.

"…Brathgram?" I asked, hopefully.

No answer. What's worse, the thing, whatever it was, was now closer.

I grabbed my pillow in fear, hugging it now.

"…Mom?" I continued. "Is that you?"

This time, I got an answer.

"…Bleed…bleed…bleed…" I could hear someone whisper. At that moment, I literally felt my stomach fall out of my ass.

"Oh god…" I quickly dove under the covers, hoping that whoever it was, wouldn't see me in the dark and would just go away. I gripped the sheets even tighter as the floor boards squeaked once more, telling me that it was soon near.

Suddenly, the body fell on my bed and I let out a sharp, piercing scream. In a panic, I threw over my covers and pushed the body off me. The figure fell to the floor in a massive heap and I took this chance to quickly switch on the light.

Grabbing my desk chair, I held it over my head, ready to let my attacker have it. But then…I noticed it.

…What the hell?

"Tessa?" I called out to the girl now lying on my bedroom floor. "What the hell?"

"…Wha?" Tessa rubbed her eyes and looked up at me. As soon as she noticed who I was, her eyes widened in surprise. "Oh my gosh!" She jumped to her feet and glared at me accusingly. "What do you think you're doing?"

My jaw dropped. What?

"What are you talking about?" I glowered at her.

"You!" She poked my chest hard with her finger. Ouch. "What are you doing in my room in the middle of the night?"

"Huh?"

"Just because I'm the maid doesn't give you the right to barge in here and try to take advantage of me!"

"WHAT?" I spluttered in disbelief. "Are you retarded, as well as annoying? You're the one who came into my room!"

"…What?" She paused to look around the room, as I could see realization flood her face. Just as I was about to open my mouth and continue, I could hear the rush of feet running down the hallway towards us.

Beatrice rushed into the room, looking flustered. "What's going on?"

"Beatrice!" Tessa ran towards her. "Thank goodness you're here!" She grabbed onto Beatrice's arm. "If it weren't for you, who knows what this maniac would have done to me by now!"

"Maniac?" I asked in disbelief. "Are you serious?"

"Why not?" Tessa huffed. "I mean, what were you planning on doing with that chair?"

"What? I was just-" I got cut off my Beatrice.

"Guys!" She narrowed her eyes. "Calm down just for a second."

I stopped talking and glanced over at Tessa who had pressed her lips together into a thin line.

God knows why my parents hired such a moron…

"Now," Beatrice spoke and looked at me. "What exactly were you planning on doing, having Tessa in your room this late?"

I widened my eyes, feeling myself flush a deep scarlet. "What?" I could see Beatrice's suspicious stare and soon enough, her lips curved up into a smirk. "No!" I tried to explain desperately. "It's not like that!"

"Huh?" Tessa raised an eyebrow. "I don't get it…"

I ignored her. "It was all her!" I growled, pointing at Tessa. "She came! And then bleeding! And then…"

"Hey!" Tessa interrupted. "Did not! You and that chair!"

"Shut up!" I looked at Beatrice frantically.

Beatrice just smiled as she moved away from Tessa and began backing out of the doorway. "Oh…I get it…" She was now halfway out of the room. "I guess I'll leave you two alone for now…"

By now, Tessa seemed to have caught on. She flushed red. "What? Beatrice! It's not like that!"

"Uh huh." Beatrice smirked once more and closed the door behind her, leaving Tessa and I alone in the room.

Tessa's POV

I can't believe this just happened! I've been here for what, three days? Already my reputation is ruined. How could Beatrice think of such a thing? It's all because of that little…

I whirled around and pointed at Joe accusingly, "This is all your fault! This wouldn't have happened if you closed your door, or even locked it while you slept! What kind of weirdo sleeps with his door open?"

"I did close it," he shouted, "you opened it!"

"You could've locked it then."

"Who locks their door in their own house?"

"I don't know, ask a celebrity!"

"I'm not a celebrity!"

"You're rich enough to be one. Kids these days, have no motivation, no initiative! You're all so lazy! I'm here, working my butt off, trying to make some decent money, when you can have anything you want at the snap of your fingers. It's a miracle you're not like five thousand pounds by now. Oh by the way, you need to learn how to man up a bit. I mean, are you serious? You're such a baby, I can't believe you actually cried out for your mom," I scoffed loudly, "Are you like five years old or something? And did I mention you need to work out a bit more? Seriously, what if I was some real murderer. You'd be dead by now. It's called self-defense, Joe. What kind of man are you? How do you expect to beat me with such flab for your stomach? That flab you call muscle, it's not real! Go work out! What do you have to say for yourself now?"

He stared at me for a couple of seconds, "Your bra strap is showing."

"WHAT?" My arms flailed to my chest, trying to cover my bra from his view. "WHY ARE YOU LOOKING?"

"Wait, why do you sleep with a bra on anyways?"

"YOU DON'T?"

"OF COURSE I DON'T. Most girls don't either, idiot."

"HOW WOULD YOU KNOW THAT?" I narrowed my eyes. "I KNEW IT! YOU'RE A CLOSET PERVERT!"

"WHAT? I AM NOT, YOU… YOU… YOU MOLESTER!"

I gasped, "HOW CAN YOU CALL ME THAT? YOU'RE THE ONE WHO MOLESTED ME FIRST!"

Joe started to pull at his hair in aggravation, "YOU'RE SUCH AN IDIOT!"

"AT LEAST I'M NOT A WIMP!"

"WIMP?" He yelled, face reddening with every word. "I'LL SHOW YOU WIMP!"

Before I could say anything else, Joe picked up the chair and whipped it at my head. I threw myself on the ground in the knick of time as the piece of furniture flew through the air and smashed through the window behind me.

"F***" I caught Joe curse as the sound of alarms blared throughout the house. Brathgram and Beatrice burst through the door, quickly ushering us out of the mansion. Minutes later, we arrived on the front lawn, panting loudly.

"What just happened?" Brathgram demanded once we all caught our breath.

"What do you think? Joe went psycho and tried to kill me with a chair. But obviously I was totally ninja and dodged his wimpy attack on my person," I answered, nonchalantly.

"Ninja?" Joe scowled. "You were flailing on the ground like a Magikarp."

"A Magikarp?" I gasped for dramatic effect. "I was more like a Gyarados! I was so epic!"

Joe raised an eyebrow, "You were anything but epic."

"At least I don't have anger management issues!"

"I DON'T HAVE ANY TYPE OF ISSUES!"

"No issues, eh?" I smirked. "you sure about that?"

"YES" Joe seethed.

"Well I guess you won't have any issues with me telling your mommy about how you broke your own window." I crossed my arms across my chest and smiled smugly at the very pissed off Joe.

"Wha- what?" Joe spluttered.

The sirens of the police cars interrupted our conversation as they rounded the corner.

"Oh look who's here." I sniggered, "Too wimp to handle your own problems with me?"

"F***" Joe grumbled just as the police cars parked in front of the house.

This should be interesting.

A/N: So... it's been... 2 years... Andddd we're married... JUST KIDDING :D oh dear, all grown up and still as immature as ever :/ Sorry about that. Anywho, we've become one of those authors that don't update ever, and we're super sorry . We don't like those authors either :/ They suck lollipops, we know. So yes... ta-da, chapter 3 :) We probably won't update for another while, just to warn you guys. BUT we have more stories coming soon! One of which that already has a lot of chapters completed! Yes, we know, we're stupid for starting another story when we already have 2 in the makings... Sucks for you :/ So yes. Enjoy your lovely days, toodles! :D

~Monica & Angie

DISCLAIMER: We do not own Pokemon, nor do we discriminate against anyone who loves Magikarps. They are awesome. Not really. (I mean seriously, the only move they know is splash! and it doesn't even do any damage)