It's Sunday which means I get the house to myself. Mum always visits Paddy down the road for the day who is super old and has no immediate family living nearby. I used to go with my mum when younger, but seeing her so fragile is just too sad for me.
Kieran has traveled down to Hull to visit some mates, and Molly always goes to her friend Sophie's house since they do Rainbows together.

So guess what I did.

I woke up at twelve in the afternoon, stayed in bed for another hour, then came downstairs in my favourite pair of purple yoga pants, only to lay back down on the couch and watch Little Women which was currently playing.

I snuggle down in my favourite fuzzy blanket and rest my cheek in my palm.
The timer for my frozen lasagne goes off, making me jump and drop the box of tissues I had been holding.

"Say yes! Tell Laurie you love him!" I say to the tv. I growl in frustration and chuck my pillow at it. "Should have chosen Laurie."

I peel myself off of the couch and slowly make my way into the kitchen which is filled with the smell of lasagne. My stomach rumbles, having not eaten breakfast. As I take the spitting lasagne out, I turn on the speakers and let Troye Sivan scream as I dance along.

"My youth, my youth is yours!" I yell, shaking my butt and grabbing a spoon from the drawer. "Trippin' on skies, sippin' waterfalls!"

A knock on the door has me freezing. Who would be knocking on the door on a Sunday? The mail man only came on weekdays, mum never mentioned a parcel coming anytime soon, we don't even have a milkman...

My mind instantly goes to every single horror movie ever where the girl who is home alone gets killed.
Damnit! Why didn't I listen to my mum and turn off that movie the other night?!

Now here I stand, frozen to the spot, Troye Sivan still singing away, my lasagne going cold, thinking of what to do.

Well, there was only one thing to do really.

I grab the closest thing to me, which just happens to be the remote for the speakers. Yep, I don't go for the deadly butcher knife or nasty scissors, I make the smart decision of going for the remote.

Great one, Tegan.

Slowly, I peak my head around the door to find the silhouette of a man standing outside.
Oh god! This is it! This is how I die! I suck on my bottom lip and whisper, "Hey god, you remember that time I asked for a barbie bike when I was like six and you never gave me one? So I vowed never to ask anything of you again? Well, guess what! I've forgiven you. So if you could just-"

My prayer is cut short by another knock, this one more persistent.
Finally plucking up enough courage, I twist the door knob and raise the remote.

Now, let me remind you of one thing. Where I live is dead centre of London, however in a closed off private area thanks to dad being in the army. Only old people live here and whoever this person was looked in no way old. Just thought you should know before claiming me a dramatic psychopath, which, I guess I kinda am given previous situations.

"I am all powerful!" I yell as I chuck the remote at the person's head.
What with the music and me in my yoga pants, this situation was more than uncomfortable. Oh well, guess you can't choose your battles.

"Jeez, Tegan! What the hell is wrong with you! Is your life goal just to injure me?! Or to embarrass yourself? Because your doing pretty well for both." A very familiar voice yells.

And that boys and girls, is when I realise what a terrible mistake I made.
Brecken's face twists with fury as he picks the remote up off the ground and chucks it at my stomach angrily.

I stare at him for a moment before hunching over in full blown laughter.
"What?" Brecken says angrily.
"You...your face..." I wheeze through the laughter.

Brecken crosses his arms over his chest. "My mum told me all about that writing competition you entered. I came over to help you out since your mum told her you were struggling on ideas. Never mind I guess..." He trails off, beginning to turn and walk down the path.

I use the foot frame to pull myself back up. "No wait!" I yell frantically and he turns. Wow, that was easier than I thought it'd be. "That would actually be a great help. Please don't go."

Brecken's face turns into an easy grin and I automatically wish I could take back my word. Did I just beg Mr Jerkface?

"You promise not to throw a remote at my head again?" He asks, looking at the remote in my hands warily.
I choke out a laugh. "Sorry, can't make any promises."

Brecken's face morphs into seriousness and he places his hand out, one eyebrow raising expectedly.
I frown. "But, I-"
"No buts." He says emotionlessly.
I grumble and hand him the remote. The minute it touches his hands, he begins smiling again.

"Come in, I guess." I mumble, stepping aside. Brecken happily walks in.
I take Brecken into the living room where he sets down his bag.
"Just remember I have more remotes than one." I say cheerfully, taking my seat in my original spot.

Brecken rolls his eyes and pulls out a beaten looking notebook. He hands it to me then continues rummaging through his bag.

"What is this?" I ask, staring down at the pages. Each one is chock filled with words. Some in the form of spider diagrams, overs bullet points. Some are just scribbles, as if he'd written it down in a haste to stop himself from forgetting.

Brecken raises his head, his cheeks slightly red. I feel my jaw drop. Was he embarrassed?! I must admit, the look was kinda cute on him. His grey eyes widened slightly and his cheeks tinged a subtle pink.

He clears his throat and sits cross legged beside the coffee table. "It's all my notes of stories I plan to write."
My eyes widen. So many notes...
I go to the very first page, titled Stages. On it is what looks like the beginning of a short story.
We go through three stages. Living, pain and love. I Danny Doveto believes that it is essential that each one of these stages are performed to their fullest. Therefore, that's exactly what I am going to do.

I look up to find Brecken watching me. I can tell he's nervous since he's playing with the zipper of his jacket and gnawing on his bottom lip.

"Don't look so nervous!" I say with a smile. "It's good."
Brecken's face breaks into a genuine smile. It had my heart beating jut a little faster.

"I think we should use it." I state, standing from the couch and showing off the glory of my outfit. To be honest, I really couldn't care less at the moment. I had a starting part. Finally! I wasn't going to fail!

Brecken nodded. "I was hoping you'd say that because..."
I raise an eyebrow. "What are you up to?"
Brecken begins to smile. "Come on, I'll show you."