I'm so sorry this is so late! I've been hella busy, and trying to finish this semester with good grades! By the way y'all don't know how technology-impaired I am! I wrote on this thing for two hours, got more added to this chapter and almost an entire next chapter, but it didn't save at all. I'm so sorry it was gonna be a lot longer than this, and I was gonna have a lot more to say. Now I have to rewrite everything, and I'm so sorry! Ugh!
This was my last day since I'm now on winter break, so expect another (longer) chapter or two from me, but not this weekend, I'm going over to my friend's house to hang out since we haven't been able too actually hang out since the end of school last year. I'm so sorry once again! Please review!
All of a sudden there are loud bangs on my door followed by talking, which is muffled and I can't hear it so, oh well.
I get up and walk to the door, hiding the notes in my pockets. "Nick! I'm sorry, we all are! Let us in!" Uck, begging never works, but it looks like I'm trapped here until they leave. Unless... I climb out the window! Perfect!
Opening the window, and scaling my way down was easy. The window I use is on the side of the house, so it's in the shadows, no prying eyes of the neighbors for me!
Max and I did it all the time to sneak out at 2 a.m. I wonder how she's doing. I've only been gone for like three hours, but so much has happened.
I make it to the ground safely, and walk around the corner, picking up tiny stones as I go.
When I make it to Gazzy's window, I chuck the rocks until he opens up. "What!" He whisper-shouts.
"Get down here dofus! Angel wanted me to show you my notes." After watching him almost kill himself twice, he makes it down in one piece.
"Let me see!" He says eagerly while bouncing like a very hyper dog, but I reluctantly lay all the notes on the table while he fumbles for the flashlight he brought.
"So, Hollywood… She always wanted to go; I guess she finally made up her mind." He says like a sulking baby. "I mean, she left a number! Let's call it! Come on, where is your phone?"
"No, I'm not calling it yet, I think we should wait until tomorrow morning, when she should be fully rested, and hopefully where ever it is the phone will be."
Geez, I mean I realize he wants to talk to her, but if we call her now, we might as well be giving a suicidal person that gun. (Not that she is, I'm just using that to emphasize my point, which is no, in case we upset her more.)
"Fang we ha-"he paused, then continued, but changed what he was saying, "just remember to let me in on the call when you do." He sounded defeated.
"Let's go on a walk, to think." I tell him, he nods his head, and we begin walking around the corners to find that the whole neighborhood must in our yard surrounding the seven police cars on the street.
Three police officers seemed to be taking statements from whoever would talk to them. "Um…" Gazzy starts, "mom would probably want y'all off her damn flowers!" He shouts this with so much vengeance in his voice that anyone standing on the flowers, immediately went to the very back of the herd.
One of the officers comes over to us, she looks really nice, and friendly, looks to be in her late 30s with red hair, freckles, pale, (but not my type,) then says, "Hey, I'm Officer Layla Scott, do you know anything about your sisters disappearance?" Man, she has a really soft, delicate voice.
(A/N: No, this is not Lissa! Someone else.)
"Does it fucking look like it?" Gazzy growls.
She doesn't look phased though and continues, "What could've set this all in motion? Was there any recent event that could cause her any trauma? Has she lost anyone close to her, by them moving, or simply they stopped being friends with her? Or even possibly an acci-."
As soon as she starts saying accident, I say, "my girlfriend and I were in an accident a few weeks ago, now she is in a coma, no one knows when she's gonna wake up." Said that all in one breath, all in under thirty seconds.
As soon as I said it, the officers eyes got wide and teary, she said, "I remember that now, I was the first person on scene to the crash. As soon as I got there I called for them to bring the chopper, there was no way we wouldn't need it."
She stops, choked up, and a tear or two fall. "After I called that in I rushed to the car, and both of you were out, and the semi driver was trying to get to y'all. When the others arrived on scene, you had just woken up, and I was trying my hardest to calm you down."
"I remember you!" I say, my own tears forming, hearing what happened and being there are two completely different things. "You were annoying the hell out of me."
She just giggles, and continues, "yeah, I remember, so worried about her you didn't realize you were hurt almost as badly." She tsks at me. "You reminded me of my daughter, she's your age too, she swears like a sailor, just like her father."
We discussed Angel, and Gazzy was ranting on and on, perking up the longer he did. Then his smart mouth went, "hey! You wanna go with us out to dinner one night to say thank you? You can bring your family!"
"Aw, that would be really nice, but I'd rather you okay it with your parents first." She reaches into her back pocket and pulls something out, "here, have your parents call me and we can figure it out." Handing us whatever she pulled out, I realize it is a business card.
"Got it!" Gazzy says, grabbing the card, then runs to the house.
"Well, I have to go on a walk and deal with this." I say, and get a nod of the head, then start walking and thinking.
Time Skip (FPOV about five in the morning)
So, it's been about twelve hours since my baby sister left, less than sixteen since I last saw my Max, and less than twenty four hours since our stupid judge-fill-in threw out our case until the other judge comes back.
My walk landed me at the North Landing River, only about five miles from Max. Ya know, Max and I had many dates here, they were pretty amazing.
Flash Back! In 3rd Person, Omniscient POV! (A/N: I have no f-ing idea if that's the right one, I never do, but anyways, it's the one where the narrator knows what's happening, and inside their minds and shit.)
A boy, tall, dark, and his mind racing, trying to decide what her reaction may be, is walking, hand in hand, with a beautiful, yet nervous girl. She has no way of telling what awaits her, as her dutiful boyfriend guides the blind folded girl.
They are walking through the trees, into a small clearing next to the river. There are lanterns, and lights strung through the trees, making the night look like a fairy tale.
A nice picnic is set out; a sky blue blanket is holding two plates, some bread, cheese, grapes, and more. As they enter the clearing, the girl begins tugging at the blindfold, and asks, "Can I take it off yet?"
"Wait, Max. Will you quit being so impatient?" The boy says in a gentle tone, edging her into the middle of the clearing.
"You are a butt! Ugh! I bet this isn't even worth the suspense knowing you! This is probably another on of your pathetic stu-." He rips off the blind fold, halting her rant.
She looks around, taking in the beauty, then bursts into tears. "It's so beautiful!"
I'm sorry it was so short, I had this all written out, spent two hours in my computer class on it, and it didn't save, even though I pressed save at least twenty times. Also I'm sorry for it being late again! Please review, comment, whatever y'all call it!
