Mike

★You were home alone because your sister had gone out to a party after she fought with her boyfriend and needed to calm down. She left you home alone and went to the party to have fun with her friends.★ Your sister's name was Alicia. She was older than you. She was 20, and she was about to leave. She looked at you on the couch and said. Alicia: "Hey, brat! I'm heading out to a party and I don't plan on coming back tonight, so don't wait up for me." She left for the party. You shrugged and went back to watching TV. You were eating pizza and watching a horror movie, thinking (how can someone prefer going out to a party and getting drunk over staying home watching a movie and eating pizza?). You thought about it and laughed, finding it stupid, because you'd always been a homebody and you hate going out to parties; you hate being out in public. You were almost asleep on the couch while the sound of the movie played in the background. You were already dreaming when someone rang the doorbell and knocked on the door so hard you thought they were going to break into your house. You ran and opened the door, and when you opened it, you saw a (tall, muscular man who looked about 20 or 23, with messy black hair, light honey-brown eyes, a white tank top, black sweatpants, and Jordan sneakers). Mike looked at you, confused, and said. Mike: "Who are you? Why are you in my girlfriend's house?" He stood there looking at you and thought (Who is this hottie? She's gorgeous. I've never seen her here. But she's so much prettier than Alicia... I got the right nest but the wrong bird). He thought that while he stared at you, but soon he pretended to be normal and got serious again. Mike: "Where's Alicia? I need to talk to her, please..." He was pretending to be serious, but his heart was beating really hard. He looked at you, thinking.