3rd INTALLMENT BOYEEEEEEEEEEEE

I bolted up and ran to her. "Seriously?b? Who?"
"I dont know, some guy with an accent. He says he's willing to come to give it to you cuz he's near the house."

I chewed my lip.
"Hold on, can we trust this guy? I mean how does he kn-"
"Cydni, Its on your license."
"Oh….right."
"But still, He could be a killer." I looked at Ana with an accusatory finger.
"Well, yeah. Theres a chance he could be, buuuut he's a killer thats willing to give you your stuff back."

I raised an eyebrow at her.
"So he can find out where I live and kill me."
"He already knows where you live. MIght as well take a chance. So if he is a killer, and doesn't have your stuff. At least we see his face, so if one of us makes it, we can ID him to the popo."

I looked at her warily. That sounded beyond stupid, but I wasn't going to tell her that. My parents would freak if they found out some guy, with an accent mind you, knew where we lived and I have no idea who he is, how old he is, or anything of the sort.

But still, I need my phone.
"He can't like mail it or something?"
She put the phone back up to her ear.
"Hello?..Yes, sorry, but umm is it possible you can mail it or something?" The formal tone she donned before was completely gone now.

"oh ok please hold"
She shook her head after putting the phone to her chest again.
"He's gonna leave the state tonight and has no idea when he'll be near a post office for about 6 months cuz he's travelling."

I again gnashed at my lip. Without my phone for 6 months? I might as well get a new one. But then I'd have to tell my parents. I just got the damned thing a few weeks ago too.
"…ok fine….But I'm holding a golf club behind me and I want you to do that too…but hide in the dining room next to the door or something."

She nodded with a grin then put the phone back up to her ear while I kept my face at a determined 'If I die its all your fault' look.
"Hello?..Ok hey, yeah if you could bring it now that'd be great…yeess….okay…..thank you very much….bye."

She hung up and looked at me. " he'll be here in 10." I breathed out air.
"Don't worry. I'll hold my finger over 911 just in case, ok? Plus I have a mean swing."
I smiled reassuringly at her, but still worried about my parents finding out.
yet another screech from downstairs reminded me of what could be my demise.

We both looked toward the basement, the tumping of toys a distant sound down the stairs, then looked at eachother.
I promptly went to the basment door, closed it and locked it.
"As long as they don't see him, noone knows."
"That sounds like a bad thing, if he's a serial killer."

"Ana, your supposed to convince me he's not one!" I moved towards the garage.
"I'm not saying he is! I said if he is. Theres a big difference." She followed me there to watch me turn on the light, look around, turn it back off and turn back inside before my feet froze.
"Besides, he sounded pretty cool."
"but?" I questioned her face, currently brow furrowed while making my way through the kitchen.
"I'm just trying to place his accent. It sounded…..scottish?"

I walked around her to the coat closet, where my dad kept his clubs.
"Scottish?"
She followed me.
"Yes…no, wait, Irish. Yes. That was it."
Another screech was heard from downstairs. I Ignored it wholeheartedly.
"Irish? Huh."

I grabbed a club while handing her one and closing the closet door. We maneuvered our way to the living room, now trying to pick up the cushions.
"Wait, Isn't your boyfriend irish?" She turned to look at me after shoving the last cushion in. The E! news had thankfully moved past showing endless pictures of the boys and now was covering the Kardashian's latest exploits.

I rolled my eyes, seeing where she was going, before deflating onto the couch and setting the golf club off of the right armrest.
"Yes. Niall is irish. No. he is not my boyfriend."

"OMYGOD CYDNI. The calle guy was at the concert! And he's Irish! And he sounded supermegafoxyawesomehot! Its totally Niall!" She started to ramble at me, adding a thick layer of fake crying while scrunching her face in shock and holding my hand for extra affect. Ana had moved from the couch and was now standing infront of me, blocking my view of the TV.

"CYDNI. CYDNI NIALL GORAN IS COMING TO YOUR HOUSE. CYDNI. CYDNI DO YOU UNDERSTAND WHAT IS HAPPENING?!" Her voice was near screaming as she braced her hands on my shoulders to put her face 6 inches from mine.

I struggled to keep from laughing.
"One, its Niall Horan. and Two, thank you for your continuous support of me meeting him one day."
I moved off the couch to grab another soda and actually tried to make the walkway clear of aftermath. Serial killer or not, I shall not have him think I live in filth.

Meanwhile, went on. Honestly, Oscarwinning it was.
"BUT CYDNI. DONT YOU SEEE?! ITS FATE."
She leapt over the couch to grab my face, ignoring my 'what the hell do you think you're doing' expression.
"Youll meet. Look into eachothers eyes. and instentaniously, he'll grab your hand"

She now dropped my face in favour of talking to open air in the walkway.
"and tell you how he saw you in the crowd and you stole his heart…with just one look…."
She slowly turned to me, making eye contact.
"and when he saw your face…he fell in love….it took a minute girl….TO STEAL MY HEART TONIGHT! YEA-EH-EH-EH-EAH!"

And she got a good 10 seconds of dancing before being attacked by a cushion and falling to the floor in giggles.

"you done now?" I rolled my eyes dispite the fact I was giggling too, and caught a look at myself in the mirror. "agh..ew."
I looked like death hadn't gotten sleep in forever. My black hair that was perfectly straight for the concert, now a tangled mess. My oversized tee and Pajama bottoms not matching and had a few pizza stains. I hadn't washed my face or brushed my teeth.

Ana appeared behind me before grimacing at herself like I was. Her hair, alot poofyer than mine naturally, was a straight up bush. At least she brushed her teeth as soon as she got up, but her Pjs resembled the same stains. "wait, where are my glasses?" Suddenly spinning around in a circle as if they were attached to her back.

"Check behind the plant by teh back door. I think Kayla hid them there." I called to her as she moved to the living room and I looked around for something to detangle my hair.
"That friggin traitor." I heard her mutter. I found a comb on the dining room table and began to work through it, immediatly calling "Deceeeeptiaaan, disgraaaaaaace." like a reflex.

"Deceptian!" She called, now moving to the bathroom by the kitchen to deal with her own hair.
"And Outrage!"
"Disgraaaaace!"
"For shaa-aame"
"Evil as plain as the scar on his face." her baritone startled me into laughter as she came up behind me, resembling somewhat of what she did when arriving to my house, rather than a drunk hobo.
My hair was cooperating enough to let me let it fall and now moved to brush my teeth.

"So, you sure this guy isn't a serial killer?" I said to her as she followe me.
"Oh what, he just follows girls around concerts and steals their wallets? I'd think he'd be a bit more realistic."She leaned against te door frame.
"Yeah, your right." I gargled, spit.
"That'd be way too much work. Its probably easier if he just picks them off off teh street. Besides, you'd need about 6 years of training to pick pocket someone that successfully without them feeling it. SO he's probably too old to be at that kind of concert. No way he wwwwwhyy are you looking at me like that?"

She had her arms crossed and an expression as if I sprouted two extra arms.
"You just scare me sometimes…."
I was about to retort when the doorbell rang.

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