No way. It cannot be him. Carter Fields is in my kitchen. The bad boy was in my kitchen, raiding my fridge. I stepped out from behind the wall and coughed awkwardly. He turned around and let out a high pitched scream and dropped- my pudding cup! Oh, no he didn't. Someone better hold my earrings! "Give me my pudding cups!" I yelled, I swear I must have looked like a wildebeest. I advanced towards Carter Fields, umbrella at the ready. No one messes with my pudding cups. No one.