Impractical Neighbors- An Impractical Jokers Fanfiction

SEVEN

I thought about how exactly I was going to climb through my window and jump to theirs and NOT fall to my death. Okay. I was overreacting. If I were to fall I'd survive seeing that the drop is like four feet. Still seems painful. I am not Spiderman! I dont think I can do this. I can feel my heart pounding and my breathing was becoming heavy.

I forced myself to stop overthinking as my turn to escape happened. I inhaled deeply and held it while I lifted my right leg and put it on the other side of the window. Brian, Joe and James were on the other side already. Brian was looking down at me. His eyes were darker now as he watched me. He was lost deep in thought. I wonder what was going on in his head.

Focus, Ness! My conscious yelled. I blinked a few times letting my wonderment dissipate.

After shaking his head, seemingly clearing his thoughts, he put a hand toward me to help me in. I wasn't the one to ask for or take any help unless I had no other choice. Though I've never climbed out of my window before,it couldnt be too difficult, right? I looked up into his eyes and held onto them. I wasn't one to show off but seeing that he didn't think I could do it without his assistance, I just had to prove him wrong. I only released his glance long enough to duck my head and clamber the rest of the way through. Then once I was flat on my feet again, I smiled widely up at him, placing my hands on my hips with so much unnecessary sass. "Alrighty then, Spider-man." He chuckled and gave me a high five.

Someone's a comic fan or a fan of Marvel movies. That's Interesting.

I then attempted to help Alex through the window but he claimed he was big enough to do it himself. After a minute of patiently watching him struggle and wiggle around, he looked up at us and sighed out a single word. A word that made all of us, including Alex, chuckle. "Help." His voice was small making him sound defeated. I thought it was adorable.

Oh, poor Alex. I thought, making fun of myself for the other millions of times I'd thought that.

We all had smiles on our faces as we watched Joe help Alex through the window. The smiles on Brian's and Sal's face seemed forced. There seemed to be this unspoken tension between them. I wasnt about to make things worse by asking about it. Maybe I'll ask one of them later. Alex smiled at me as he walked over to Joe's side. How was Joe so good with children? Good enough to get a lone wolf like-child to be not so reclusive?

I looked back through the window and sighed. It felt good to be out of that literal hell hole. Until questions began flooding my mind. Was coming over to Joe's worth the beatings Alex and I will receive when we return. When and if they notice Alex and I have gone elsewhere, would they even bother looking here? Why did Murr invite us over here?  How hard will they hit us? How many bruises will I count tomorrow? Would I even be able to walk?

Brian sent a really strange smile in my direction when I turned back towards them. He looked at me as if he had read my mind. When his eyes locked onto mine he quickly looked away. His cheeks became a very bright shade of pink. I smiled down at my shoes, feeling my own face become heated. I realized how what I had thought  could have been taken if someone had been able to read my thoughts.

The embarrassment was overwhelming so I turned away from them again and focused my attention on my now dark room across from me. I leaned on their window, like I had last night when I was conversing with James. I stayed until I heard them leave the room and even after my elbows began to ache from the pressure being put on them. I let my mind wander. What would it be like to have this view every day all day or just not having to see the hell I lived in at all? I smiled again even though I knew that Alex and I would have to go back eventually. Unless... That's when I stood up and turned, prepared to run out of the room to one of them. To my surprise, Murray was still there. He was leaning against the doorframe and his eyes moved from his phone screen to me.

I met his deep brown eyes as my idea came back to me. I instantly felt terrible for even thinking of it. I couldn't do that to any of them. I couldn't and wouldn't pretend to fall in love with him or any of them just so I could escape my own personal hell. If he, or if the others, found out my plan I would forever be hated. Breaking the silence and hoping my voice doesn't break, I ask. "Wheres Alex and the others?" Thankfully my voice made me seem calm when in my head I was angry at myself for thinking about hurting them for my own escape.

Murray told me to follow him down the hall. I did as I was told. Not right away though. I took a look around the room and noticed a king-sized bed with a thick red and black checkered flannel comforter folded in half at the foot of it. Pillows that matched the blanket were thrown lazily at the top of it. There had to be at least six pillows, hell maybe more. On the walls were posters of mostly naked firewomen or policewomen. One of the fire workers had a hose, which was harshly releasing water, between her upper thighs. Besides the fact of this woman being half naked and sexual, she was very pretty. It didn't even look like she had makeup on. She didn't have to. Her big blue eyes had the same silver shade as Alex's. She had very light blonde hair that seemed to flow behind her.

Murr walked back into the room, a smile made it's way on to his face before he said "What am I not enough entertainment for you?"

Without thinking, I said. "I'm not a big fan of ferrets, sorry."

That caused his smile to fade and be replaced with a look of shock. He entered the room the rest of the way and closed the door behind him. He slouched against it, as if he was slowly deflating. His brown eyes were wider
now and his thin lips parted slightly. "Wait, so," He cleared his throat nervously. "You.. You know who we are?" His nervousness made him louder. A little to noisy. I was hoping that the others hadn't heard.

I didn't answer him, instead I just looked around the room again and attempted to use clues from the show to decipher who's room this was. At first thought I believed it was Sal's because of the bed sheets. But taking another look at the poster I realized who's room it was.

He was standing very patiently in the doorway of the room with a confused look on his face. He was probably still stunned by me knowing who they are. "This is Q's room."He answered my unasked question.

I was right but it felt strange. Maybe because decorations of a persons bedroom can tell you things about a person. Alex's bedroom was bleak and almost empty.

Brian had a very strange taste of wall decorations.

After that, we finally walked down the hall in silence.

Murray's steps were silent but he moved quickly as if he were going to be late for a meeting. For someone with long legs, I'd expect him to take larger steps.

Is he going to tell the others that I know?