Marvin Reynolds' Point of View

I hear knocking.

What the fūck, who the fūck even knocks anymore? Then I hear several rings from the doorbell. I groan and tangle myself in the covers more rolling over. I reach out and grab my phone from the stand squinting at the light.

2:47 P.M.

I groan more, I could've been sleeping until at least five. The knocking continues.

That's it, I throw the covers over and stand up causing a flash of pain in my head.

"Argh," I sit down on the side of my bed, holding my head in my hands. Hangover? What in the fūck.

The knocking continues.

I grab my pillow and mumble in it, "Go away." The knocking stops.

I stand slowly and walk in the hallway leading to the kitchen which is close to the once knocking door.

The knocking starts again.

I rush up the door pulling open the handle to reveal a girl, I squint at her avoiding the sun.

She steps back, not expecting what she sees. She has short wavy light brown hair that looks dyed mixing some dirty blonde in it shit. Dark eyes that glare at me, what the fūck is this girl's problem.

"I've been waiting for about half an hour even more so, "she barges in, pushing me to the side.

I turn, "Hey, hold on, who invited you in? Look, little girl scout, you can't just intrude other people's homes."

She looks around clearly not paying attention to me, "Ew," she scrunches her tiny nose, "You call this a home? I call it a dumpster, I'll be right back," and with that she walks out.

What the hell.

I slam the door behind her and lock it, then head to the kitchen looking for a cereal box and a clean bowl. Lucky Charms will do. I reach over the cabinet and pull out a carton of milk, 2% milk.

"What the flip nuggets?!" I hear her voice muffled behind the door. Damn, that was quick, she's back already. This chick must have teleportation powers.

I ignore her and continue pouring milk into my precious cereal. Yummy marshmallows.

"I know you're in there!" She knocks loudly, fūcking already banging on the door.

I roll my eyes and make a face at the door as if the door itself was talking.

"Yeah and I don't give a fūck, Girl Scout. Now quit banging on the door or else you might break it down."

She kicks it.

"Hey, quit damaging my property!"

"Open this door!"

"Why should I listen to a Girl Scout like you? You're not my Mother!"

"But I know her!"

I stop mid-chew, I set my bowl down and continue towards the door. I find her glaring at me once I open it. "So what."

She picks up some things in a bucket, "Her name is Mrs. Reynolds and she sent me here to help you. I was supposed to be here by 2:00 pm."

I look up at the clock to find it almost three. "So what are you, my maid?"

She scoffs. "Move out of the way now."

I block the door's entrance. She tries to push me out of the way but then I hold on to the edges of the entrance. "Move!"

"Hey, this is breaking and entering a person's home."

She glares up at me and kicks me in the balls. I bend forward still trying to block the entrance. She takes that opportunity to ram forward.

I tumble backwards with an oomph. She knocked the air right out of me.

She looks down at me while I'm breathing hard.

"You have morning breath."