Analyst Annie
Laurie cringed as she withdrew the butt from her mouth and handed it to Annie, who took a drag from it. "So you still spooked?"
"I wasn't spooked, I saw... someone standing in Mr. Riddle's back yard."
Annie laughed and handed the fag back to her. "Probably Mr. Riddle."
"He was watching me." Laurie said quietly, handing it back.
"Mr. Riddle was watching you! Laurie, Mr. Riddle is 87!"
Laurie shifted. "He can still watch." Her eyes fell to her knees. "You know that guy? That I saw behind the bush?"
Annie handed her the joint. "Yeah, have you finally realized he wasn't there?"
Laurie gagged on the joint and handed it back. "He was, I know who he is, I met him at the Myers place."
Annie inhaled on the joint and handed it to her. "Oh? Details! Is he cute? What's his name? How old is he? What the hell was he doing at the Myers place?"
Laurie looked at her, eyebrow raised, she took a drag and handed it over. "He doesn't talk and never takes off the mask. But he can write. His name is Michael, he's 21 and I think he's homeless."
Annie's eyes bulged. "21! Damn, Laurie if you can't get a date with a guy your age you really go all out, huh?" She looked to the hardware store ahead. "My dad! Quick, get rid of it!"
Laurie had choked on the drag she had taken, and now was coughing violently. She tried to calm herself and cover the coughing but it was unstoppable. "Laurie! What's the matter with you!? Stop coughing, be natural! Shhh there he is now be natural." They turned and pulled up to the old hardware store, where Mr. Brackett walked up to the window which Annie rolled down.
"Hi Annie, Laurie."
"Hi." Laurie said softly.
"Hi Dad, what happened?"
"What?" He cupped an ear, the alarm was loudly ringing and he couldn't hear.
"What happened!?" She shouted.
"Oh someone just broke into the hardware store, probably kids."
Annie frowned and said. "You blame everything on kids."
"Well all they took was a Halloween mask, rope, and a couple a knives, who do you think it was?"
"It's hard growing up with a cynical father." Laurie giggled at this.
"Aren't you going to be late?"
"What?" It was Annie's turn to not hear him.
"I said aren't you gonna be late?"
"He shouts too." Annie put the car into a different gear.
Brackett sighed and waved. "Bye girls."
"Bye."
"Bye Dad."
They drove away and headed down the street, Annie looked at Laurie. "What's the matter with you?"
Laurie shook her head. "He knew, I'm sure he could smell it."
Annie laughed. "No he didn't."
"Did you see the look on his face?"
"He always looks like that!" She laughed again. "So what about this Michael guy? Any plans for him?"
It was now that Laurie realized they had been followed. "Now off the top of my brain but.. I think he may have some."
Annie grinned. "Why, did he make a move?"
Laurie looked away from the mirror. "So what are you wearing to the dance tomorrow?"
Annie shrugged. "I'll find something. You going?"
"No. I can't."
"Why?"
"No date."
"You know you could ask someone."
"No I couldn't."
"Sure you could, all you'd have to do is go up to somebody and go, 'Wanna go to the dance?'"
"You could do that, I couldn't."
"Well you could ask Dick Baxter, he'd go out with you."
Laurie felt her head fall. "I'd rather go out with Ben Tramer."
Annie looked at her friend and raised an eyebrow when she saw the car from earlier right next to them. "Hey Laurie, I think you have either a date or a stalker."
Laurie didn't look over. "Maybe he's just going this way."
"A homeless guy with a car."
"I think it's stolen."
"Why?"
"It's a mental institutes car, cant you read the fine print?" Laurie shook her head. "I know who he is."
Annie took a drag of the joint. "Oh? And who would he be?"
"Michael Myers."
Annie nearly crashed the car. "The six year old kid who killed his sister?"
"He'd be 21 now." She said softly.
"But he's locked up in a..."
"Mental institute." Both said softly.
"Stop looking at him, Annie, he'll get ideas."
Annie shook her head and turned a corner onto a two lane street, Michael got behind them. "I can't believe you're hanging out with a convict, YOU Laurie!"
Laurie shifted slightly. "He was... nice, in a way. I mean, he never tried to attack me, I think he even complimented my cooking."
"You cooked for him? What now, ask him to marry you when you're 18!?"
"C'mon Annie, he's my friend, why can't you ever be happy for me? You have Paul, let me get him!"
Annie shook her head and pulled to the curb. "I'm sorry Laurie, I need to clear my head, get out."
Laurie was frozen, her eyes wide and disbelieving. But she grabbed her jacket from the back and opened the door, and began walking as Annie drove away. "Great, make me late, Annie!"
She could hear him driving alongside her but she ignored it. Upon looking at her watch, she cursed, shifted her load and began to run, just barely making the Doyle house in time. Tommy's parents answered the door. "Hello Mr. And Mrs. Doyle I'm sorry I'm a bit late, Annie kicked me out of the car for finding a boyfriend."
They laughed and gave her her instructions, then left.
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