So at some point in the near future, I get tired of office worker drudgery and decide to go back to school. I pick a school and program in Chicago for whatever reasons. However, as a poor grad student, I end up living in a truly sketchy section of the city. A girl in my classes is all, "oh, hey. My mom knows someone who is looking for a housesitter."

I meet this very nice lady who says that her son just bought a house, but is out of town nearly all year round, so he needs someone just to keep it from sitting empty. He's got a cleaning service, so it's not a housekeeper situations "because I know you have school, dear." but when he is at home, if you could make sure he eats properly?

We go and check out the house and it's your basic house, nothing fancy or anything, but it's pretty big and there's a separate mother-in-law apartment in the basement and there was a shooting on the next block from my apartment the night before so I pack up and move in to the basement.

I mostly stay out of the main body of the house, since the aparment is entirely self-sufficient. But the nice lady who hired me said her son and his friends were going to be home that afternoon and would you mind making sure there's dinner ready for them? Oh, and one of them is a vegan.

So I make two big pots of chili, one vegan, one not, put some cornbread in the oven and dance around the kitchen to Sarge. I'm in the middle of rocking out to "A Torch" when I turn around and EEEP! the whole of MCR is standing there.

I am Bob Bryar's housesitter, people.

I try to keep it together and be all, "Oh hai thar! Your mom hired me? I made dinner. Vegan on the right, meatatarian on the left. Cornbread in the oven. I'll be back later to clean up, going to the library!" And then run away because that's what I do. When I get back home, they've cleaned up the kitchen and the house seems empty, so I go down to my place to study some more and there's a knock on my door a while later.

It's Bob and he's all, "thanks for dinner, you didn't have to." And I'm all, "Oh, it was no problem, I love cooking for a group." And he's all, "Do you think we could freeze some chili for the bus?" And I'm all, "Of course!"

We chat for a little bit, him just getting a feel for the woman his mom hired to stay in his house and me trying not to be a giant spaz. They're going back out on tour in a few days - they're just on a short break - so I try to get some idea of what they'd like to eat and how much space they have for storage etc. And cook up a storm and freeze a whole bunch of stuff for them to take along.

When they run out of food and don't want to eat pizza anymore Bob calls and I do some cooking and overnight a big, frozen package to meet up with them and god, I'm so ridiculous.

Anyway, this goes on for a few months until their current tour ends and Bob is home for a while. Now, he's never really had a chance to live in this house since he bought it right before the tour started, so I try to stay out of his way as he gets settled, but every so often we end up talking for a while.

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omg can we be friends? this is amazing *dies of perfection induced lolz*

Whats horrid is I often have so many retardedly cheesy ideas that I cant decide between all of them, so I never have a continuous plot line XD

And seriously, all of my mary sues end with babies, I don't know why XD

This was just amazing, you should write a romcom screenplay. :D