Wade yawned, stretching. He had just gotten up and started humming under his breath, dancing around his kitchen while using a spatula as a fake mic. He was in the middle of making eggs. “California girls, we’re unforgettable—daisy dukes bikinis on—“ He cut himself off as he heard shuffling outside his door. Wade grabbed his gun, swinging open the door. “GOTCHA BITCH—“ He froze. Why was there a kid in his apartment hallway?!