A/N- Thanks for reviewing guys :) Ugh. This chapter...I dont know what to say about it. Lets just say it's probably gunna drive you beyond extremes XD

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Chapter 14

"So...It..wasnt Boodabob?"

Logan glances up at Camille, who's sitting on the couch in the lobby, leaned over with he elbows in her knees, fiddling with her thumbs.

With his hands in his pockets, the raven haired boy takes a deep breath of acceptance, but it's obvious that he's just masking his pain, "I guess so."

Straight haired Jennifer is standing, back against the wall with her arms folded over her chest. She's got a hat on her head, and her bangs are drooping in her face. She looks down at the ground, "I...uhm, I really thought it was him."

Everyone nods in agreement.

Still shooken up alittle from last night, Carlos blinks a few times, and shakes his head in disbelief, "W-why does everything it was Boodabob?"

"Well it's obvious," Curly Jennifer takes a seat next to him, "I mean...just look at him."

Carlos was alittle drawn aback, "Huh?"

"Well, come on. I mean, you take one good look at the fellow and you just know he's obviously got something to hide behind those dead darted eyes and that bushy beard." Logan chuckles, as Camille gets up and wraps her arms around him.

"Why do you care?" Curly Jennifer sits back on the couch.

"No reason." Carlos responds.

"No," the other Jennifer comes out from hiding behind the crowd, "Theres gotta be a reason."

"Nothing, I swear."

Logan raises a brow at Camille, who just shrugs.

"Alright," Camille quickly changes the subject, "Well...I promised Katie I'd paint nails with her today. So I'll see you guys later."

Logan leans over for a peck on the cheek, then she walks off.

...

"No way, Carlos."

"Yeah, Im telling you."

The naive boy and his friend were walking to the convience store, because the vending machine was out of Fruit Smackers. So Carlos insisted on going to the convience store, and also insisted on taking Logan with him.

"Carlos", Logan looked both ways before crossing the busy L.A. streets, "Theres no way that a person can survive in a shed for weeks with no food or water."

"But I saw it on Dare Factor!" Carlos blurted.

Logan rolled his eyes, "Carlos," he stressed, "Dare Factor is a TV show. And not a reality show, either. You cant belive anything you see on TV. Its all just a fake to impress you."

"But..." Carlos trailed off, "Okay." he gave up.

Carlos and Logan both entered the convience store, the bell ringing at the door, and the nice puerto rican cashier glanced up, "Oh hello, boys."

"Hi Mr. Reyes." Logan and Carlos greeted.

He smiled, and went back to counting the money in his register.

"Ooh! Ooh! Lets get super sour! No..no, lets get hot red...oooh! No, lets get flavor changing!"

Logan rolled his eyes as he let Carlos exagerate over everyone of the flavors for a half hour untill he finally chose one, and walked over towards the cashier.

"Oh hello Logan."

"Hi, Mr. Reyes." Logan fiddled with some items on the counter.

"Carlos came by to pick out more Fruit Smackers?" he grimmed.

"Yeah.."

Mr Reyes chuckled, "Oh typical Carlos."

"Guys!" Carlos came out of the aisle with hands full of Fruit Smackers, "I couldnt choose one so-" a few bags fell out of his hands, "I couldnt choose one so I just got all of them."

Logan and Mr. Reyes glanced at eachother, smirks growing across eachother's faces, "Okay Carlitos put them up on the counter here." Mr Reyes patted the counter.

Carlos purchased his candy, and the two teenagers fled from the store, saying thier goodbyes to the nice cashier.

"So," Carlos reached into his bag and grabbed a pack of Fruit Smackers, stuffing them in his mouth, "You sure that nobody can survive in a shed for one week without food or water?"

"Carlos, Im-" Logan stopped dead in his tracks as they came across a shed that was right infront of the Palm Woods main entrance.

"What's wrong?" Carlos questioned his friend.

"Well...it's just that shed...Ive havent noticed it before." Logan scratched his head.

He glanced at his shorter pal, who just shrugged.

"Unless..it's always been there...Carlos has that always been there?"

"I-I dont think so.."

Logan bit his lip in concern, but blew it off. All this sanity must of been getting to his head.

...

Camille and Katie enter the lobby, and sitting on the couch with a magazine in her hand, flipping through it without a care is the straight haired Jennifer.

Camille leads the ten year old over to the couch, as the two of them continue to blow on thier just painted nails.

Jennifer peers up from her magazine at the two of them, and shakes her head. They continue to blow, followed by small talk and some annoying high pitched giggles. Jennifer looks up, "Can you two please go somewhere else and be annoying?" She rolled her eyes as she held her magazine up again, "Amatures." she muttered under her breath.

Camille exchanged a look with Katie, and then sat forward, leaning more towards Jennifer. She decided to have alittle fun with this.

"So, Jennifer," Camille began, and smirked when she saw the clearly irratated look on Jennifer's face, "What's up?"

"Oh. My. Gosh!" She groaned, threw he magazine down on the table and stood up, "Where's the other Jennifer?"

"Sheesh. Relax," Katie said, "And I dont know. Havent seen her since this morning."

Jennifer looked at Camille, as if expecting an answer. "I dont know either." Camille simply put in a defensive way.

Jennifer rolled her eyes and whipped out her cell phone, scrolling down her contact list. She put the phone up to her ear, Camille and Katie just staring blanking at her. Jennifer rolled her eyes at the two girls standing cluelessly infront of her, and fiddled with her chipped nail. She sighed in confusion and looked down at her phone when it sent her to voicemail.

"Something wrong?" Camille asked, almost sounding amused.

"Well...I dont know, Jen always answers her phone. No matter where she is. It's not like her to not answer her cell." Jennifer tapped on her phone screen a few times before deciding to call again.

Camille and Katie shook thier heads at her paranoya, "Im sure she's fine. No need to get all worked up there."

Jennifer's face fell again when she was sent to voicemail for the second time, then continued to panic as she called over and over again, several times to no avail.

Tears stung at her eyes as panic grew over, "Oh no! Why isnt she answering?"

"Calm down," Camille folds her arms and takes a seat next to her frenimie, "Im sure she's fine. Just give it a while."

The tears stopped, and realization flew right over Jennifer's head. She hops off the couch, "You have her!" She accused.

Kind of offended, but confused at the same time, Camille raises a brow at the shaking girl who is pointing and backing away, "Excuse me?"

Jennifer pushed her hair back behind her ears and pointed at Camille, shaking and stuttering, "It..it's you! You know where she is! You killed her! Didnt you? I bet you did!"

Camille exchanges a frightened look with Katie, and turns back toward Jennifer, who picks up a pillow off the couch and holds it in front of her in protectence.

"NO! You killed her!" Jennifer shouts, and the lobby goes quiet.

A few people lounging in the lobby gave confused and concerned looks, but shrugged it off and went back to thier buisness. Camille spoke up, "Jennifer...I-I dont know what you talking about.." Camille stresses, "What..what in the world would give you the idea that-"

"No!" she shrieks again, cutting Camille off, "Just-its you! It has always been you & you know it. Your the killer!"

All this anger mixed with insanity and mixed feelings gets to Jennifer's head, resulting in her shoving Camille.

Camillle went down hard with a thud.

Katie gives Jennifer the death stare, as Jennifer catches her breath and reality hits her, and she realizes what she had just done. As people start to crowd around, expecting a fight, Jennifer, breathing deeply, puts one confused hand on her head, then storms out of the lobby.

...

Its 9:00 P.M. and Jennifer is sitting out by the front entrance of the lobby, just letting her thoughts consume her. The other Jennifer has yet to call her back, has yet to come home, and is leaving her best friend hopeless.

Jennifer's mind is still fuzzy. She was in a cold sweat when she shoved Camille two hours ago. And all her memory and all her feelings are just coming back to her now.

When she rushed out of that lobby after shoving Camille her mind was so jumbled and she knew she was going to pass out at any second.

So she sat on the curb as the sun began to leave, and just thought. About everything. Anything she could think about, even if it doesnt have to do with the events that occured at the Palm Woods in the last three weeks.

When Jennifer looks up, she realizes its dark outside. The concieded teenager flips out her cell phone, the bright light shining in the darkness, and sees it after 9.

"Jennifer?"

He head snaps up, and she meets eyes with Logan. "Uhm...Hi.."

Logan gives her a confused look, "Uh, you okay?"

She wipes tears from her eyes, and nods. Not buying it, Logan takes a seat down next to Jennifer. "What are you doing out here?"

Now her makeup running down her cheeks, she wipes her eyes furiously and sniffles.

"It's dark. I cant see your make up," Logan assures her, as a tiny smile comes across Jennifer's face, and Logan goes on, "So uh...what are you doing out here?"

"Jen, she...I..just...I dont know. I..ugh." she trailed off, her mind still hazy.

Logan seemed to understand she was confused, "Okay. Well, why dont we..go inside?"

Jennifer nodded, and then as they were about to stand up, Logan's eye caught that shed again.

"Hey, Jennifer?"

"Yeah?"

"Have you..noticed..that shed?"

She nodded, "Yeah, uhm, Bitter's put it in..a few weeks ago..you know, before he..."

Logan nodded, "Oh."

The raven haired boy sighs. Has he just been too busy to notice it withing the last three weeks?

"Uhm..." he scratched his head as they both stood up, "So uh..where's the other Jennifer?"

Before Jennifer could answer, there was a banging that came from inside the shed. Logan and Jennifer walk toward it, gingerly.

"Hey guys," Carlos walked out, mouth full of friut smackers, "Whatcha doin out here in the dark?"

Logan and Jennifer ignored Carlos' question, and Logan reached one shaking hand toward the handle and gripped it tight.

Carlos leaned over Logan's shoulder and observed the nervous looks on Logan and Jennifer's faces. Logan gritted his teeth, and the shed popped open.

Inside the shed is Jennifer. Dead.

"Huh, I guess your right, Logan. Nobody can survive in a shed like that."

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