Sorry guys, I havent for a very very long time. :(
But I'm still continuing the story, so yay!
Disclaimer: I don't own 6teen.
"Oh my God" Caitlyn slammed the door shut once everyone ran in, locking it, then leaned against the door. Everyone was breathing hard, hearts beating wildly.
After a moment of breathing and shock, Jude commented, "That was sick."
Nikki couldnt help herself, she burst out laughing, soon followed by Jonesy.
"I can't believe you guys are laughing at a time like this," Jen scowled at Nikki and Jonesy.
Wyatt shook his head. "I need a coffee."
"My mom and your dad are gonna kill us," Jen said furiously, ignoring Wyatt. Nikki was still laughing.
"Hey," Jonesy shrugged. "We'll just tell them the truth, the van exploded."
"I'm going to the kitchen," Wyatt said.
"They aren't going to believe the van magically blew up, Jonesy!" Jen flung her hands in the air.
"It did!" Jonesy yelled.
Jude looked around the room at his friends. They were still standing in the foyer, Caitlyn leaning against the front door, not saying anything. Jen and Jonesy were bickering, and Nikki couldn't seem to stop laughing. He walked over to her.
"Ok, bra," he said grabbing Nikki's shoulders and shaking her. "Snap out of it."
"Sorry, Jude," Nikki clutched her sides, doubling over. "It's just, the van randomly exploding, and you were all like 'That was sick' " She mocked his voice out before letting out a long line of laughter again, then finishing off with, "and now we're stranded at Caitlyns house."
Jude cocked his head slightly, thinking. Stranded. "Sweet."
He then went to Caitlyn and dragged her away from the door and into the next room, with Nikki following them, wiping her eyes and smirking. In the kitchen Wyatt had opened most of the cubboards looking for the coffee brewer.
"I'll help you, Wyatt. It is my house, after all." Caitlyn said, talking for the first time in awhile.
"So," Jude hesitated and pulled himself on top of a counter. "Are we still gonna, like, watch movies and stuff?"
Nikki snorted sarcastically then said, "We should call someone and report what happened."
"What exactly did happen?" Wyatt asked. "The van blew up by itself? There has to be a logical explanation."
"It sort of smelt like gasoline," Jude said. "Like, the explosive kind."
"As opposed to the unexplosive kind?" Nikki asked sarcasticaly.
"Yeah," Jude nodded.
"Um, ok?" Caitlyn gave Jude an odd look, then turned to the others. "I agree with Nikki. Let's call your parents so they can pick us up. I sort of feel freaked out."
She went to the living room to pick up the phone. The others followed her. They were in a large and very well furnished room. The walls were a dark red, with elagent paintings hung on them. There were two couches and one chair, all black leather. On one wall was a cabinet full of upside down wine glasses.
"I feel like I shouldn't touch anything," Jude mumbled.
"Yeah," Wyatt agreed. The two boys stood akwardly, while Nikki sprawled herself on the leather couch. Caitlyn was on the chair, trying out the telephone.
"Come on," Caitlyn muttered, then turned to the others. "It's not working."
"What? Why not?" Nikki sat up.
"I think it's because we never got around to setting it up," Caitlyn laughed nervously. "We hardly ever come here, you see?"
They were silent for a minute, when Wyatt shouted, "Cell phones!"
"Nice, bro," Jude said whipping out his cell. Then his face fell. "Oh, no bars."
"Me neither," Nikki said, standing up on the leather couch and raising her phone to the ceiling. "Ironic, huh?"
"Yeah," Caitlyn giggled nervously again.
Just then, they heard a high pitched scream come from the front of the house.
Nikki and Caitlyn stood up quickly, while Wyatt and Jude turned toward the sound of the scream.
Wyatt turned wide eyes to Nikki. "What do we do?"
Why's he asking me? Nikki thought, but instead answered with "You and Caitlyn make sure every door or window in this house is locked, okay? Jude, come with me." She grabbed Jude's wrist and left the fancy red room into the kitchen. Nikki edged her way towards the other door of the kitchen, the one that they had come through earlier.
"Here," Nikki heard a voice behind her, and a sharp boning knife was put into her hand. She looked up to find Jude with war paint on, holding a large chef's knife. He had three smaller steak knives held by the loop holes in his pants.
"Permanent marker?" Nikki asked him, and Jude nodded. Rolling her eyes she turned back towards the kitchen door and started inching towards it holding the knife ahead of her. She felt ridiculous having the knife, but it was nice to have a weapon just in case something was out there.
She heard a rustling behind the door and froze. Something was out there. She eyed Jude and he moved to the other side of the door, pressing his back against the wall, looking ready to pounce. Nikki moved towards the door, gently touching the doorknob and slowly twisting it. She mouthed the words "Three, two, one" to Jude, then kicked the door open. The next room was dark, but Nikki heard someone running away in it.
Jude heard it too, and ran towards the person, yelling.
"Wait!" Nikki shouted at Jude, then, after he didn't stop, ran after him into the darkness. She stumbled on the rug and the knife flung out of her hands. Shit. She couldnt see a thing, but heard Jude struggling with someone up ahead.
Then she heard feet coming towards her. They were running, faster, and coming closer. Nikki hushed her breathing and frantically searched for the knife that had slipped out of her hands. Crawling blindly and patting the floor, she felt the edge of the rug, then the cold hardwood underneath it. The running was too close now, almost beside her. The person tripped over Nikki, and before she knew what she was doing, she grabbed the persons legs, and jumped on top of the bod, fighting with it.
"Ow!" The voice yelled, and he started started struggling. "Get off me!"
Nikki had one of the person's arms pinned up against his back, before the recognition of the person's voice went through her head.
"Jonesy?" Nikki asked.
"Nikki!" Jonesy's muffled voice answered. His face was againt the carpet.
"Oh God," She stood up. "Sorry, I thought you were..." she trailed off, not knowing exactly what she had thought he was.
"We need to find a light," Nikki told Jonesy, when he was up. They both put their hands out akwardly in front of themselves so they wouldn't bump into anything.
"What was that scream earlier?" Nikki asked. She kept her voice to a whisper, just in case.
"Jen. She said she saw a face in the window." Jonesy answered.
Nikki froze. "A face?" Then she kicked something on the ground. Stooping over, she found it was her knife and smiled.
"What is that?" Jonesy asked when Nikki showed him.
"Jude thought we needed weapons." Nikki smirked.
They made their way across the large room and found a light switch, flicking it on. The room was the foyer.
"Seems alot different in the dark," Nikki commented. She opened the door in front of her and stepped in, followed by Jonesy, to find blood on the floor.
"Shit," Nikki's heart skipped a beat before a panicked thought crossed her mind. Where were the others?
"Shit is right," Jonesy said in awe. He hadn't noticed the blood on the floor because the room they were in was a home-theatre. "Check out this place!" He seemed to have forgotten about keeping his voice down.
Nikki peeled her eyes off the floor and looked at the room before her. When Nikki thought about a home theatre, she thought small room, large tv, popcorn. This room might as well of been a regular theatre, with couches and chairs instead of seats. And more fashionable and clean.
Jonesy flopped down on one of the couches, sinking right into it. "Aaahh," he relaxed.
"Nikki!" A shout came from her right. She turned to see Jen come out of a room that didn't have a door. From what she could see, the room had a popcorn machine, a cotton candy machine, and a pop dispenser.
"Jen?" Nikki asked in confusion. Where did she come from? Why was there blood on the floor? And there were still three members of their party missing.
"Me and Jude were just wondering about you guys." Jen came up to Nikki. "Where's Wyatt and Caitlyn?"
"Uh.." The information didn't seem to go through her head properly. "Um...I sent them to lock all the entrances to this house," she answered after a while.
"Nikki?" Jen asked, eyeing her nervously. "You okay?"
"I don't know." Nikki shook her head in confusion, then saw the pool of blood again and pointed to it. "What happened?"
"Oh, that," Jen laughed. "Jude tackled me so I punched him in the face. He had all that stupid marker on his face so I couldn't recognize him."
Then Jude appeared out of the same room Jen came out of. His nose was swelled up and appeared to have been previously bleeding. He was eating a large helping of cotton candy.
Nikki smiled, and relief swept over her. She thought one of them had gotten seriously injured, by someone other then them. Then her smile faded.
"Jen," she lowered her voice, vaguely noticing Jonesy jumping on the chairs with Jude, "if you really saw someone outside.." She hesitated.
"It could have been anyone that was taking a late night walk?" Jen asked, almost pleading.
"We are no where near town, or any other civilization. And," she started whispering. "we can't call anyone."
"What?" Jen pulled out her cell, then raised it towards the ceiling.
Jonesy and Jude came towards the two girls.
"We allready checked that bra," Jude said, eating his cotton candy. "No bars."
"What about the phones in the house?" Jonesy asked.
"Caitlyn's parents didn't get around to setting it up yet," Nikki sighed. "We are in deep shit."
Nikki's last words rung in the air, and was followed by a silence.
Jen broke it by saying, "We should find the others."
Nikki nodded and lead the way out of the theatre, stilll clutching her knife, and trying not to think of the what kind of fate stood before them.
I hope that was a good enought chapter for you guys. I'm sick right now so I dont have that good of judgement ( :P )