(Five thousand years later) 

You decided to flat out ask.

"Hey I was wondering, you wanna come hang out?"
"You want me to come over?..."
She asked, you remember she didn't have many friends.
"Yeah, just hang out a bit and stuff"
"Well, hold on I have to ask"
You waited for what seemed like an eternity.
"Where do you live?"
*timeskip*
A knock came from the door, and there she was. In her hoodie and jeans. A bag slung over her shoulder, And that same blank look as always.

"O-oh I didn't expect you to get here so quick!" You laughed and moved out of the way, she took a look at your suburban home as you shut the door. "My room is upstairs." You started up the steps with her following behind, little did you know...

*Outside, Unknown POV*

I Can NOT Believe she would invite someone like her over and not Me!! How rude y/n was...

Oh well, As they say When in rome, Pay the romans to do what you want them to do!

*In your room*

"So..what do you do for fun?"

"Not much..." She said looking down at her phone. (SPEAKING OF MINE BROKE WITCH IS WHY NO UPDATE CALM DOWN) 

All of a sudden there was a bang on the side of the house, both of your heads darted over to the window, then she walked over to the window, peeking out.

"There's a dude with really long red hair climbing up the side of your house." She said blankly.

"Wait what?!?" You said opening it, sure enough there he was (BRUH OMIGOD GRELL IS A WOMAN.....

FUCK IT TOO LATE FOR THAT NOW)

"What the fuck grell?!" You said as he smiled up at you.

"I wouldn't be climbing up the wall if the front door wasn't locked!" 

"....That wasn't the point."

*TIMESKIP BROUGHT TO YOU BY STT BRAND SIN* 

About five minutes later, there the three of you were, clouded in a mess of boxes and such, you two had pulled all the stuff out from under your bed so he could hide if your mom came up.

"So are we going to talk or just sit here in silence?" Grell asked flopping down onto your bed. 

She made a confused look and backed away from Grell a bit. It was obvious she didn't trust him.

"I could look through your records! That's always fun-" 

"Grell sutcliff don't ever say that again." She said grabbing his arm.

"I...I don't believe I have told you my last name." He said brushing off his outfit.

"Uh...I saw it on your glasses." She points, sure enough his name was engraved on the frames in gold, but how? The lettering was so tiny..

"Oh, Well I suppose that's reasonable, now who want's to talk about sebastian?~"

"Oh for the love of god..." 

Or was there something more to it?