Swift
I was currently sitting in my Nana's living room, drinking a nice hot cup of tea. It's been about a week, and I haven't seen or heard anything from Swift. Not that I've tried to contact him or anything. It's just so difficult to not talk to him...When I leave school, he isn't there to greet me. I just wind up taking a cab to Queens and stay with my Nana.
   As I drank my tea, the home phone rang. I ignored it, but my Nana answered it instead. "Hello?...I am...Oh, of course! (He/She)'s right here!" Suddenly my Nana was bringing the phone to my ear, telling me someone wanted to talk to me. I hesitantly took the phone and asked my Nana for some privacy.
"Hello?" I asked, wondering who on Earth was on the other line.
"Well, well, long time no hear. Before you decide to hang up doll face, just look out the window to your right," a painfully familiar voice replied, sounding rather irritated. I gulped and looked out the window to my right, automatically noticing the outline of a figure with bright blue eyes and a mask to match watching me intently. I was right. He looked pretty fucking pissed. "We need to talk, sweet cheeks. How about you come on out?"
"Uh, how about no?" I replied back, pulling the phone away to hang up.
"Not an option. You can come out, or I'll come in," he growled, beckoning me to come out. I sighed and weighed out my options. If my nana saw him, she'd have a heart attack and call the police. That wouldn't end well for us...
I eventually gave in and put on a light jacket, setting my tea down on the coffee table and headed outside. I took a turn to the window Swift was at and shivered at the sight of him. He looked...Menacing. 'This must be what the boys from that party saw before they got the shit beat outta them...' I thought, taking a step back.
"Alright, start talking. First, why the hell did you run away?"
"Why do you think?" I retorted, earning a snarl from him. He didn't look ready to play any games.
"What, you honestly thought I would let that slide? Start talking," he demanded, more of an animalistic growl. I sighed and covered my face with my hands.
  "I ran away because of what I said! I know you can't like me that much, but I can't help liking you! You make my heartbeat faster when you smile and every time you save me I feel like I'm in some fairytale!" I exclaimed, earning a toxic dose of silence in return. I start to turn away when arms wrapped around me and kept me still. I heard nothing but soft breathing.
  "...I like you too..."

Rebel
My life ultimately sucks. I was in my bedroom, all alone in the house. My window was bolted and locked, and the curtains were drawn. However, a small note laid on my bed. I knew very well who it was from.
I found it earlier this afternoon when I came home from school. It was laid neatly on my bed, folded perfectly. I thought it was from my mom. I was so wrong.

"(Y/N),
We need to talk. Leave your window open tonight. If it isn't, I'll break it.
~Rebel"

So now I was staring at my window, watching the clock. It's already past 11:00...What's taking him so-
I screamed when I heard glass breaking and watched as a brick came flying at me. Luckily though, someone caught it.
Someone with three fingers.
Someone who was mad.
Someone I had feelings for.
"(Y/N)..." He growled, tossing the brick onto my bed and staring at me.
I was curled up on the floor, crying silently. I thought I was gonna die. I heard him sigh and sit next to me, placing a hand on my back. "Sorry fer scarin' ya...But I told you I'd break it," he said simply, watching me with a blank stare. I whimpered as he spoke, trying to calm down. He was scaring me so badly.
  In an attempt to help me calm down, he gently rubbed my back and let me sit in silence. After a bit, I stopped crying and sat next to him. His arm was around my shoulders, and he just stared straight ahead.
  "...Ya know I like you too, right?"

Ghost

Well shit. Isn't this fun?
   My parents have decided to go out, leaving me to watch over the house.
The now empty ass house.
I started locking every door I could, blocked the chimney, and I even bolted the windows.
   AND THE GODDAMN TURTLE PUNK STILL GOT IN.
So now I'm sitting with my back to my bedroom door, listening as the footsteps of a careful and stealthy person got quieter and quieter. He knew I was in here. I know he did. I was ticking so badly right now, and I couldn't calm down. I bit my lip when I felt words bubble on my tongue, and I was trying to keep my breathing soft.
You can guess how well that turned out.
The footsteps stopped and I was left listening to my own breathing. I got curious and slowly cracked open the door...
Ghost stared down at me with fury in his eyes and a glare that could kill.
I screeched and scrambled back as he opened the door wider. I began to tick so hard my neck popped multiple times, and he didn't seem to care that I was in distress. I closed my eyes and felt hot tears of fear run down my cheeks. I heard him kneel before me, and opened my eyes when I felt his arms wrap around my waist. He sighed and placed a hand on the back of my head, pressing my face into the crevice of his neck.
"You're such an idiot..." he muttered, pulling me into his lap as he calmed me down, just like old times. "...I feel the same..."

MC

Well...This was awkward.
MC was sitting on my kitchen island, a glare set on his features. He was cradling my sleeping little (brother/sister) in one arm, and holding a slice of pizza in the other arm.
"Y'know, I don't like being locked out. I really don't," he said lowly, and I stood there with a slightly terrified expression on my face.
It had been about a week since I kicked MC out, and he didn't take too kindly to that. He even watched one time as I blatantly ignored one of his calls while he was watching me through a window. He glared at me, and then left.
Now, he was basically using my little (brother/sister) as a ransom.
"Why do you hate me all of a sudden?" He asked, and I growled.
"I don't. Why do you insist on seeing me when I obviously mean nothing to you?" I retorted, and his glare melted away into a kicked puppy expression. He laid my sibling down on the counter and placed his slice of pizza on a napkin. He walked over to me and I backed away. However, he caught my wrists and pulled me forward.
"Where the hell did you get that idea? I was just...Shocked...That you like an abomination like myself..."