"Anyone want any food?", Spencer asks as he emerges from his bedroom ten minutes after Aaron and Sasha left.
"Yeah, thanks Spencer", I reply, "Can we get a pizza and some fries?"
"Sure, I'll get cooking", Spencer smiles in reply, heading for the freezer.
Me, Melanie, and Gibby all sit down on the couch and switch the TV on, tuning onto 'The Fresh Prince Of Bel Air', Aaron's favorite show.
"I would but I don't want your guests to get jealous", Will Smith says on the screen, making us all laugh as we kept watching the show.
"Pizza's done", Spencer calls over to us, slicing it up and splitting it evenly onto three plates for us.
As we take the pizza we all go upstairs, entering me and Aaron's bedroom to sit on our bed.
"Who wants to play truth or dare?", Gibby asks as we start to eat the delicious pepperoni pizza.
"Shouldn't we wait for Aaron?", Melanie asks, so I pick up my mobile and send him a text to see what he thinks.
'Aaron, we're going to play truth or dare, you want us to wait for you? Carls x.'
I send the text and sit back against the wall, eating the last of my pizza as do Gibby and Melanie. I can't help but feel something's wrong, but I can't put my finger on what that may be; maybe it's just because Aaron's not here, as he always normally is. Melanie seems to pick up on my differed mood and smiles a reassuring smile at me.
"He won't be long", she tells me, but it's already been twenty minutes since he left.
"Well he hasn't text back yet so we may as well just start without him", I tell them both, so Gibby shrugs and mutters something indistinguishable.
"Gibby's in", Gibby tells us, making Melanie crack another smile.
It's weird sitting here with Melanie and Gibby, it's just as if Sam's here until Melanie speaks or does anything due to their distinct differences despite their appearance. Gibby flips a coin for who starts out of me and Melanie, and it lands on heads, Melanie's turn.
"Okay", she begins, thinking about what she's going to ask someone, "Carly, truth or dare?"
"Dare", I reply, hoping it's nothing bad, but it's Melanie so it'll be fine.
"Sing Aaron's favorite part of his favorite song"
I know his favorite song, his true favorite song: something he's never told anyone other than me.
"You're here, theres nothing I fear, and I know that my heart will go on. We'll stay forever this way, you are safe in my heart and my heart will go on and on", I sing out, fairly loudly and close to the proper tone of the song.
"Wait", Gibby smirks, "'My Heart Will Go On' is Aaron's favorite song?"
"Yeah, why?", I ask him, unsure what he's getting at.
"He seems more of an emo type"
"Oh he is, but he likes everything", I smile in reply, "Literally. It's not good"
Gibby and Melanie laugh as well, before I grab his pear pod touch which he uses for music and give a few examples.
"I mean, who has ever heard of these", I ask, before listing them, "'A Hero A Fake', 'Swimming With Dolphins', 'Taking Back Sunday', 'Third Eye Blind'. The list goes on", I finish, making them laugh a little harder as we continue our game.
My turn.
"Gibby, truth or dare?", I ask him, a plan forming in my mind.
"Truth"
"Do you find Melanie attractive?"
"Yeah", Gibby answers bluntly, causing Melanie to blush and look away a little.
"Okay, Melanie, truth or dare?", Gibby asks her, giving me a few minutes to think.
I'm starting to get a little worried about Aaron, it's be fifteen minutes since I text him and he normally replies within five, maybe I'll text Sasha.
'Hey Sash, where are you two? Carls x.'
Leaning back against the wall again I notice Melanie impersonating Sam extremely well, mostly due to her appearance, due to Gibby's dare, so I crack a smile, a smile that's a little fake.
One Hour Later
Gibby and Melanie have really kicked off now, they've been kissing for the past minute, not that I mind, but nevertheless I slip out of the room to go and find Spencer. Reaching the base of the stairs I can see Spencer playing PAK-RAT, a game which brought him and Sasha together in the first place.
"Spencer, if you start getting addicted again, I'll have it taken to the basement and get it locked up", I warn him as I come up to him from behind.
"I'm not addicted", Spencer defends himself, pulling it out at the wall and putting his arm around me, "What's wrong sis?"
"I'm worried about Aaron and Sasha"
"Why?"
"Aaron hasn't text me back in quite a long time, and they've been out for ages"
"Don't worry Carls, they'll be back soon"
"Jared, are you alright?", a male police officer asked Chambers as he opened a cell he'd been locked in.
"Missy Robinson was impersonating an officer, we need to find her"
The officer stammered a little before Chambers pushed past him and sprinted from the cell blocks, heading for the front of the station where he was supposed to meet Aaron. Running through the glass doors he took the stairs three at a time until he reached the sidewalk, to see a car he recognized from Bushwell Plaza. On closer inspection he saw the car belonged to Sasha Striker, Spencer's fiancé, but there was no sign of neither Aaron nor Sasha, apart from a few drops of red liquid.
"Blood", Chambers muttered, before radioing reinforcements to track them down as he ran towards his police cruiser.
One Hour Later
"Spencer, I'm really worried now", I tell Spencer, hugging him whilst watching TV with him.
"Me too kiddo", Spencer replies, not even bothering to shelter me from his own feelings now as he has for the past hour.
A knock at the door makes us both jump a mile, but it doesn't seem as if it's going to be a good surprise. As Spencer opens the door and I see whose standing there I feel like I'm going to throw up.
"Detective?", Spencer asks in a weird way, looking scared.
"Can I come in?", Chambers asks him, before being lead in by Spencer.
"What's happened?", I ask him, standing up next to Spencer.
"First things first. Have Aaron or Sasha returned?"
"No, they've been gone for nearly two and a half hours", Spencer answers him.
Chambers look as if he's seen a ghost which makes me feel terrified, terrified as I've never seen Jared Chambers look so upset.
"Carly, Spencer", he begins to say, looking grave, "I am sorry to tell you that Aaron and Sasha are missing"
"What?", I scream before thinking about something, "They were coming to meet you"
"Missy Robinson knocked me out after the call, we can only presume she organized a kidnapping"
"My fiancé", Spencer muttered to himself, staring into space, "Sasha"
In what feels like hours my eyes fill with tears and they fall down my face like a waterfall, reaching my chin in seconds. Even Chambers, despite his police hardened face and emotional shield, is nearly failing to keep his composure as the news he's given strikes us hard, cutting deep. Spencer turns and grabs me, as much to satisfy his own need for comfort as mine.
"I'm so sorry", Chambers tells us, muttering indistinguishably into his radio before leaving, leaving us alone to deal with our pain.
