You know, at this point Krys should be used to finding people in her apartment even if she    didnât let them in, but she isnât. Itâs not surprising anymore, itâs just irritating, like, who the    hell keeps giving her key out to people ( the answer would be her but sheâs usually too out    of it to remember ) thinking thatâs a smart idea? Amazing she hasnât been hacked to death    by an axe murderer by now. This is the first time sheâs woken up in the middle of the night    and found someone on her couch, though, eating HER cookie crisp like itâs nobodyâs fucking    business. Sheâd scream, but instead opts for snatching the pillow off her bed and charging    back out into the living room to quite literally smack the male over the back of the head with    it. Now thereâs cereal on her couch, maybe that wasnât such a good idea. But still, it worked.
      âYou better fuckinâ replace that, Murphy. How did you even get      in here? WHY are you in here? And more importantly, why are      you eating my fucking cookie crisp at three in the fucking morning      on my goddamn couch??â