Maximum: Moshi- Moshi! (Means hello) I am a pervert!

Bookworm99: We are roleplaying and yeah. . .

Maximum: You seem very depressed.

Bookworm99: I'm not. I just feel like killing myself because last time we only got two reviews. . . and one of those reviews were mine.

Maximum: Dont worry, Booky! Today is Christmas here in Chicago! If they dont review, I KILL! *Takes out double knives from back.*

Booky: Whoa! I told you to put those at home!

Maximum: I know! YOU CANT TELL ME WHAT TO DO! *Grabs gas bomb and sets it off and dissapears in the smoke.*

Booky: Um. . . Ok. . . Thats a daily thing with her dont worry! Lets answer Reviews! and give Thanks on this very special Christmas day!

WHISPER13: Thanks sooooooo much! Dont worry! I update when me and Maxii get a certain numbers of reviews and favorite and follows!

BOOKWORM99: heehee, im replying to myself. Maxii says Thankyou. heehee XD

TIRYN: iM SORRY:( ILL UPLOAD AGAIN PROBABLY IN 2 WEEKS BECAUSE IMMA LEAVE CHICAGO

THANKS GO TO:

syrb

Amaya Calypso Yuumei

Readingworm99

Tiryn

(Have a Merry Christmas/ Hannukah/ Kwanza!) And a happy new year!)

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Ari POV

I really didn't mean to be mean to the guy. I'm just not having a great day. Of course I've been with my best friend all day, but guilt always reaches me, ever since last week. Or maybe it was his intimidating posture, or his stare, or his relaxed aura. Maybe it was his black ponytail, black jeans, black BVB T-shirt, or the fact he was with 5 other people just disturbed me. I wish I can see the future, or read his mind like Edward Cullen. I love Edward! It's funny when I went to the doctors one time I- Never mind.

"Hello? Earth to, Ariana?" My best friend Maximum, tried getting my attention.

"What?" I say, confused, snapping back to reality.

"Description," she said plainly.

"Of who?"

"I don't know. Who walked in?"

"Six people," I answer.

"Eldest looking."

"Um. . ." I look out through the one- way mirror and describe the tall dark one.

"Gross, I mean no offense but you know. . . Emo people," She says.

"He doesn't have cuts," I explain.

"You don't know what he does." She says wagging her middle finger at me.

"Whoa. Wrong finger, Jenny," I fix it by putting her middle finger down and pulling up the pointer finger.

"Thanks," she says, apologetically.

"Why do I have to do this everytime the door rings?" Trust me. I tried taking it off.

"'Cause im blind, not my fault."

"Maybe it is," I joke around with her.

"We don't know what those bakas did."

We stand in silence, just listening to the dough maker spin, this is very touchy subject we both never want to bring up. (I'll explain later.)

"Youngest," jenny blurts out of the silence.

"Blonde. Cute. Curls. Tutu. Ballet flats."

"Next."

"Blonde. Mowhawk. Converse. Cargo pants. For some reason he has soot on his face."

"Think he works with fireworks?"

"He's a kid," I comment.

"Second oldest."

"Dirty blonde. Bit curly. Red converse."

"Third youngest."

"African American. Curly afro thingy. Skirt over jeans. Really talkative."

"Last one."

I explain to her, "Strawberry blonde hair. Pale. Tall. Holding the soot kid's shirt. Also has soot on his face."

"Ok . . . ? That's weird."

"I guess," I say, half- heartedly.

"What's wrong?" she asks. I guess we are so close she can tell if somethings wrong, even if she can't see.

"You know, Sunday, it's eight o' clock right now, and school is tomorrow."

"Can I read?" she ask me.

"No."

"Please?"

"Speaking of reading: where's the Fanfic?"

"I needed bait," she explains to me.

"Grrrrrrrr," I growl then stomp off to finish cleaning.

"Come on! I needed to know!"

"Yeah, I was just playing around," I kid.

She sighs, probably tired like me.

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