I'm alive! I am so sorry for not updating this earlier, there is no excuse but here it is!
Sally met him at the door. Leroy didn't even bother to ask how she could have possibly foreseen his arrival. Even if he had he was sure that the reply would have confused him to no end. Despite her tough, boyish exterior Sally was still undeniably a girl a fact that left the workings of her mind an absolute mystery. Besides, there were more important things on his mind than a girl's mystery shrouded brain. Oh no, I am by no means referring to the recent murder, though one would think it a difficult thing to forget. No, the things on Leroy's mind were the things that would be on the mind of any sixteen-year-old boy.
They are as follows: The way Sally's golden hair fell so delicately around her face, her thick dark eyelashes that draped over dazzling green eyes, her light blue sweater that revealed the pale ridge of her collarbone and the soft curve of her neck, and lastly, her full cherry lips that were parted ever so slightly.
No amount of mental slapping could rouse Leroy from his stupor. Sally had been the prettiest girl in the grade back in middle school and absolutely nothing had changed. Not her smile, her hair, or those eyes. She had accumulated several other titles over the years which included a place on the honor roll, (Right under Leroy himself) the star of the girls lacrosse team, the one who held the record for number of times beating up Bugs Meany, and Leroy's girlfriend of almost one year. This last one gave Leroy immense satisfaction and he constantly reminded himself to thank his good fortune every chance he got.
Sally quickly realized that Leroy was not going to stop staring at her dumbly of his own accord so she made the quick decision to take matters into her own hands, standing on her tip-toes (Leroy was rather tall) and planting a firm kiss on his lips. It did the trick.
"To what do I owe this pleasure?" She asked, batting her eyelashes. The incredibly girlish motion would have seemed ridiculous to most people who knew her personally and Leroy was finding it hard to refrain from laughing.
"To who ever murdered Wilford Wiggins." He said, settling for a shrug and the ghost of a smile. Sally blinked. Then she blinked again. Each time her eyes seemed to grow a little bigger. Leroy thought once again how beautiful her emerald irises were.
"Wilford's been murdered?" She sounded incredulous, "Wilford Wiggins?" Leroy nodded.
"I'm afraid so." Sally closed her eyes, leaving Leroy a tad disappointed. He watched her breath quickly in and out trying to calm herself and make sense of the situation at the same time.
"You have a clue." It was not a question. Leroy grinned.
"A paper crown." Sally's eyes snapped open, still wide.
"It's always him isn't it?" She asked suddenly. Leroy opened his mouth to say something along the lines of,
"Well, not all the time." But he paused to think, frowning. The tent, the sword, the marbles, the harmonica, the tooth collection, and of course, Why is it always the second chapter?" After a few minutes he was forced to agree.