Note to self: log on to this site more often. Any way, if anyone actually is reading this story, sorry for taking forever to continue. I don't use a computer very often. Enjoy. (PS: for those of you who aren't too smart, Brie is short for Brianna.) I think I made this just to see if I can actually continue a descent story or if my imagination has dried up. Again, enjoy.

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Chapter 4

Dillon got out of Brianna's car, and, with some help from Brie made it into his house. They said their goodbyes and Brie left, leaving Dillon to think about his life. At least for a while. Then he started to wonder if he should redecorate. Then he thought to himself 'What am I gay or something?' His house looked fine. Dillon went to his bed and closed his eyes. Then the phone rang.

"..lo?"

"Hey man, how's it going?"

"Fine, Jamie."

"Oh, okay….."

Silence. Then,

"Hey man, can I come over?"

"Dude, you don't have to ask. We're not 10 years old anymore."

"Oh, okay….see you later."

Later…

"Dude, why did you want to come over?" Dillon asked Jamie as they plopped down on his couch to watch T.V.

"I think someone was sneaking around my house"

At that moment, two things crossed Dillon's mind, in this order:

'Where's the remote?' Dillon used his tails to look between the couch cushion to look for it. He

found it, but not before accidentally touching Jamie's butt. 'Great. 'Dillon thought to himself 'Get ready for gay jokes in the future'.

'Shouldn't he have called the police?'

Then he remembered. He had to crash at Jamie's house about 6 months ago while his house was being gassed for some type of bug. He couldn't remember.

6 months earlier

Jamie and Dillon were watching T.V. when Jamie mentioned something very important.

"Hey man, remember that Amber chic you dated?" Jamie said as he nonchalantly tossed back a beer

Yeah, Dillon remembered her. Even after they broke up, she stalked him on the internet for a while.

"Yeah, I remember her. Why?"

"She lives right next door."

Dillon looked at Jamie and smiled, thinking that this was funny.

''Ha-ha, very funny."

"I'm serious"

Dillon stopped smiling. That was NOT good. You see, Amber was a cat, and cats are naturally good climbers, listeners, can see in the dark, and flexible. Everything a stalker wishes they could be. Dillon jumped up and raced over to the window. And saw two, glowing eyes staring in at him.

Present

"…..crap." Was all Dillon could muster up. Well, at least she didn't know where he lived. And that made Dillon feel a little better. Until Jamie started talking again.

"Hey, who's that in your driveway?"

Dillon limped over to the window to see what Jamie was talking about. He saw a black Volkswagen bug. With Amber behind the wheel.

"Jamie?"

"Yes?"

"Do you know what Amber drives?" Dillon asked, hoping he was wrong.

"That crazy chic that lives across from my house? Yeah, she drives a black Volkswagen bug."

For the second time in that conversation, Dillon muttered one word to himself.

"….crap."