You were awoken by your mother telling you that she was leaving for work. You weakly gave a thumbs up, not even opening your eyes and refusing to move in any other way. Your mom giggled and told you that she loved you and that she'd
be back by two in the afternoon. She made a kissy sound and closed your bedroom door. You heard her leave the apartment, locking the door behind herself. After a few moments you managed to open your eyes and look around your room. It was very bright, your mom must've opened the blinds to help wake you up, which didn't work, obviously.

"Maximum Effort." You said as you rolled out of bed, standing in the middle of your room and rubbing your eyes. You went to your desk, sitting down in your swivel chair and looking at your work, though it didn't make sense at ten in the morning on a Saturday. As you skimmed along the nonsense of your work, you came across a section that didn't look exactly like your handwriting. The more you looked at it, the more you realized that it wasn't your hand writing, and if it was, you don't remember writing that answer. You wondered who's handwriting it could be. It couldn't be your mother's, or your father's, the handwriting looked a little more precise, like a calculator had written it. Then it hit you.

The person who returned your pencil must've fixed your problem.

You stared at the paper, running your fingers on the writing.

"Holy Ajax Soap. . ." You muttered. You jumped up from your chair, making it fall over.

"Someone was on the roof! I was right!" You exclaimed to yourself. Then you realized.

"Oh my god they know where I live." You looked at your work. "And how much of an idiot I am!"

Your ran your hands along your face, pacing in a circle. You stopped in front of your window. You looked out, but then you noticed a little note wedged under the window. Knitting your eyebrows together, you held down the note, opening your window and taking it, and going back to sit in your swivel chair only to fall over with a loud thud!, and then remember that you had knocked it over. You sat up, rubbing your head and picking up the chair. You sat down and examined the note. It was folded in half and crumpled from spending the night trapped under a window. You opened it, and it read;

You forgot to carry the two.

You were confused, but remembered the problem that was fixed. You looked at the problem and came to the conclusion that you did originally forget to carry the two.

"Holy Chimichangas, they're a math genius too?!" You said, staring at your paper with confusion but amazement. So, the guy, or girl, that you were investigating last night, is a Pencil Returner, Roof Inhabiter and a Mathematician? Who would've thought that those three things would've come together to form one person. You looked at your paper, then the note, a smile stretching across your face. You rummaged through your desk drawers and found a singular tack, not knowing where the rest were, which should concern you, but that's not the matter at hand. You reached across the front of your desk and tacked the note on your wall, next to other various things. You called it your 'Treasure Wall'. It had doodles from friends, little notes written by family, friends and even yourself, a few quotes and pictures. The small note added to your collage of treasures. You smiled again, looking at the wall space.

The note was tacked next to a picture of Deadpool winking and finger gunning towards the camera. You giggled a bit, imagining the Merc with a Mouth saying the note. You gazed at the note a little longer, reaching over and touching it fondly, like it was note from a loved one. You sighed and stood up from your desk and went out of your room to get yourself some brain food so that you could finish your homework from last night, but like that'd ever happen. Once you had proper food, by that you mean the first thing your hand grabbed in the cabinet. Which happened to be a half eaten box of Nilla Wafers, which you shrugged and took to the couch to eat while watching T.V.. When you returned to your room, you were pretty much awake. You sat at your desk and looked at your homework, only to get back up and flop back onto your bed. Later, you thought, I'll totally do it later.

You didn't do it later.

You ended up sleeping until your mom had come home, so much for being pretty much awake. You only found out because your mom had come into your room and was rather upset.

"OH MY GOD, DID YOU EVEN GET OUT OF BED?!" She exclaimed, which is what woke you up with a jolt. You sat up quickly and looked at your mom with blurry vision, mistaking her for someone else.

"Lady you're in the wrong apartment, and rude, I was sleeping. And how the shiitake mushroom did you even get in here?" You said, really confused and your speech was slurred. Nilla Wafers is not brain food, now you know.

"IT'S MOM!" You rubbed your eyes and looked again. The lady was right, it was your mom.

"Hey," You said, finger-gunning and smiling. Your mom didn't laugh, but wasn't able to hold back a grin.

"Sweetie, did you even get out of bed this morning?" She sat down on the edge of your bed and started petting your head.

"Yes, I did,"

"What did you eat?"

"The rest of the Nilla Wafers. . ." You mom stopped petting.

"Honey, that's not brain food." She facepalmed and looked at you. "How are you even alive with your diet?"

"Probably you because you stopped me from eating four slices of deep dish pizza at once." You admitted, rubbing your face. Your mom smiled, then placed a kiss on your head, making you smiled with her.

"Get your homework done, because I know you haven't." She muttered, getting up and heading out of your room. You nodded and got up from your bed and went to your desk and started on your homework, doing what you were told.

You ended up falling asleep again in the next hour, your mom's lipstick on your forehead rubbing off on your hand, arm, paper and all over your forehead. When you woke up and went out to greet your mom, you didn't understand why she was laughing, along with your dad, who had come home while you were sleeping, who took a picture of your confused and messy state.

Your parents are great.