Death Next Door

Her new roommate has a rather questionable friend.
WARNING: a TON of fluff. Sorry but I based the main male off of a character that I LOVE from a series so if you don’t like cute starry nights than suck it and go read something else


6. Chapter Six

“Wake up, please,” a soft voice coaxed. Willow blinked awake at two gigantic white-mint orbs. The orbs blinked.

“Are you Willow? Or are you Hadley?” the voice asked.

Willow jolted up, and the orbs jerked back just in time– Willow would have smacked into a head if the kid hadn’t.

A small kid, about four feet eight inches tall, stood in front of her. Its head tilted. It had light green hair, the color of reflective deadpan over the ocean. Its eyes were the same shade.

“Who the fu- heck are you?” Willow snapped,

rubbing her head. “It can’t be later than seven!”

“I’m Ark. I suppose I should have introduced myself before I woke you up... but that would have been impossible,” Ark mused.

Willow rubbed her neck and walked into the kitchen, getting out a frying pan and some eggs. Ark followed.

Apparently his psychotic tendencies included breaking and entering. Dammit, Cole. What did you dump me with?

“By the way, I’m feeling like a boy today,” he smiled.

“I thought you were agender,” Willow muttered.

“I changed my mind. I’m now gender fluid... it suits me better, right?” Ark beamed.

“Look, I even made a chart!” he held up a whiteboard with three columns: Male, Female, and Neither. There was a checkbox underneath each one.

“This way, I’ll check one each day and then you’ll know what I feel like!”

Willow refrained from rolling her eyes. This kid was unnaturally cheerful.

His pale skin looked matte and smooth, giving him a porcelain look.

“You’re not vegan, are you?” Willow asked, making sure she was able to take care of this kid. She had a strict no-vegan policy.

“Nope!” Ark chirped.

“Good.” Willow handed him a plate with a fried egg on it.

“Eat up. What day is it?”

“Sunday. Tomorrow I have school. It starts at eight, so be ready to drop me off early. Liason– uh, Dad– sent you an email with the address. It’s pretty far away.”

Willow blinked. School! That’s right! Kids went to school. Kids needed to learn. Kids needed education. Kids were forced to wake up early. Huh.

That meant Willow had to wake up early. Shit.

“Can I talk to your father?!” Willow snapped.

Ark took out a small device from his pocket and held it out to Willow. It looked like a little metal square, but light and reflective.

“What do I do with this?” Willow asked, frowning. “Just tap it,” Ark replied.

Willow tapped it once and a video call spring up. A young guy about Willow’s age (and not bad looking, either) was depicted.

“Can I talk to Ark’s father, please?” Willow asked in a not-too-polite tone. The guy looked amused. “That’s him,” Ark whispered.

I blinked. The guy was my age! And Ark was like nine years old! That meant... I took a good look at the dude. He had skin a little tanner than Cole’s cinnamon, with short dyed white hair and remarkably light silver eyes.

“I’m Liason, and you must be Will-

“It’s Willow-“

“Willow, then. My brother spoke highly of you. As you have probably grasped, Ark is adopted. He was a war orphan from a foreign land, and I took a liking to his... interesting attitude. Though most people disagree with my high opinion of him. I’ve saddled you with him, because my multibillionaire self is on a trip this week. I have a meeting. I sent you the details in an email, so don’t forget to check that. And remember, if you want to contact me, do it through Ark’s device. It’s the only thing that will reach me immediately.” And with that, he hung up.

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