Fridge restocked - check.

Eat - check.

Now what? I couldn't think of anything else that I needed to get done. I guess I could clean up a little bit... Nah. I'm too lazy for that. I eventually decided to just go on a Steven Universe marathon. I opened my laptop and began watching the show.

Just as Peridot ran into Steven's bathroom, my phone buzzed. It was, of course, Mike. It was just the classic "what r u doing?", so I replied telling him about it. It eventually turned into me telling him all about my obsession with the show. He ended up recommending something called "Gravity Falls". I wasn't really into any of the Disney cartoons these days, but apparently this one was different than the rest of them.

Right as I resumed my marathon, I heard a voice from behind me. "'Sup?" It asked. I jumped out of my chair, the laptop falling from my lap. Shit, if that thing's broken...

It was Vincent. "How the hell did you get in my house?" I asked, trying not to scream. "Hmm. I have my ways," he replied. "Anyway, I heard that you had the day off. I decided to drop in for a visit."

"Vincent, get the fuck out of my house!" I yelled. He then proceeded to take the Freddy plushie off of my bed. "Hey, this is the gift the company gives new employees. You actually decided to keep it?" Vincent said, looking smug. "Yes. I love stuffed animals. Get out." I said. Vincent's usual shit-eating grin only grew wider. I pulled out my phone and quickly typed in, "Vincent in my house help" to which he replied with a shrug emoticon. Shit, he didn't know where I was. Wouldn't really make sense if he'd known where I lived.

Vincent jumped on me right as I read Mike's reply. I squealed and tried to writhe away, but his legs held me there pretty tightly. "Hmm, Mikey's been texting you? What's this about Steven..." he trailed off.

Once he was satisfied with reading through the conversation, he handed me back my phone and let me go. His grin looked a little more sincere. "Personally, Amethyst is my favorite," Vincent said. He then decided to...jump out the window.

Figures.

I let Mike know that I was alright before I once again resumed my marathon. He asked where I was, and I sent him the address of my shitty apartment building. I invited him over to watch Steven with me, and he agreed on the condition that we would watch Gravity Falls as well. Fine with me.

I leaned out the window that Vincent had jumped from. The purple man was nowhere in sight, but there was a note left on the windowsill. It simply read, "Bird Mom approves" in purple crayon.

What the hell?