A/N: I'm going to try to update this regularly, but considering I've been
doing homework until 2 in the morning EVERY NIGHT, I don't know how
realistic that'll be! Although more reviews = more chapters! Hint,
Hint!!!!
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"How do you like it here so far?" Nick asked. His sister had been in Vegas for almost a week.
"It's okay. Mom shipped me up here as soon as she could, but she had some bad timing. I had a friend who was auditioning for Julliard yesterday. He's an actor." she explained.
"Why did she do it?" Nick asked. His sister was mischievous, and he didn't doubt that one of her childish pranks backfired, getting her in trouble.
"She didn't tell you?"
"No, I wanted to hear it from you."
"It's a lot of stuff," she sighed. "Most of it's because I ruined the wedding."
"What wedding?" Nick asked.
"Mom and Jeff."
"Oh, that wedding. You stopped it?"
"No, but I really tried," she grinned.
"Good going, Munchkin!" Nick laughed.
"You're not supposed to say that," Celeste pointed out.
"I know, but I agree with you. But, if mom asks, I really let you have it for that, okay?" Nick asked. Celeste grinned. She and Nick had always been close, and she couldn't ever recall a time when he'd yelled at her.
"I just- I don't like him," she admitted finally.
"Why?" Nick asked, suddenly alarmed.
"I don't know. He's phony."
"Is that the only reason?" Nick asked.
"Yeah, I guess. Why?"
"Why do you think?" he gave his sister a look.
"No! It's nothing like that."
"Good, Let's go take my crap inside, and then we'll go out and grab something to eat." Nick said.
"I'm not hungry," Celeste repeated, but she followed him into his house. He opened the door and gasped.
"Hmm. Does something look different to you?" she asked. Nick looked around his house and sighed. Everything was a mess. Lamps were knocked over, magazines from the coffee table were strewn about.
"Damn!" he went into the kitchen and noticed the broken window.
"What?" she followed him, skirting the mess all over the floor.
"Go get in the car, I'll be there in a minute. Don't touch anything on the way out!" Nick made a quick call to Sara, and she promised she would process the house while they were gone. As Nick was leaving, he saw a picture frame still sitting on the shelf. Since it was the only thing in it's original spot, he wandered over there and cursed again when he noticed the missing picture. It had been a picture of him and Celeste, at his college graduation. Instead of the picture was a note, which read, 'I'm watching you.'
"What kind of freak would do this?" Nick asked himself as he walked out to the car. He opened the door before he noticed his sister wasn't in the car.
"Celeste?" He yelled. "Celeste? Where are you?" He glanced around and didn't see any sign of a struggle, although he knew from experience that didn't mean one didn't occur. "Damn!" Nick slammed the car door shut and hurried back into his house.
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Hope you like! Sorry it's so short, but. . . C'est la vie!
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"How do you like it here so far?" Nick asked. His sister had been in Vegas for almost a week.
"It's okay. Mom shipped me up here as soon as she could, but she had some bad timing. I had a friend who was auditioning for Julliard yesterday. He's an actor." she explained.
"Why did she do it?" Nick asked. His sister was mischievous, and he didn't doubt that one of her childish pranks backfired, getting her in trouble.
"She didn't tell you?"
"No, I wanted to hear it from you."
"It's a lot of stuff," she sighed. "Most of it's because I ruined the wedding."
"What wedding?" Nick asked.
"Mom and Jeff."
"Oh, that wedding. You stopped it?"
"No, but I really tried," she grinned.
"Good going, Munchkin!" Nick laughed.
"You're not supposed to say that," Celeste pointed out.
"I know, but I agree with you. But, if mom asks, I really let you have it for that, okay?" Nick asked. Celeste grinned. She and Nick had always been close, and she couldn't ever recall a time when he'd yelled at her.
"I just- I don't like him," she admitted finally.
"Why?" Nick asked, suddenly alarmed.
"I don't know. He's phony."
"Is that the only reason?" Nick asked.
"Yeah, I guess. Why?"
"Why do you think?" he gave his sister a look.
"No! It's nothing like that."
"Good, Let's go take my crap inside, and then we'll go out and grab something to eat." Nick said.
"I'm not hungry," Celeste repeated, but she followed him into his house. He opened the door and gasped.
"Hmm. Does something look different to you?" she asked. Nick looked around his house and sighed. Everything was a mess. Lamps were knocked over, magazines from the coffee table were strewn about.
"Damn!" he went into the kitchen and noticed the broken window.
"What?" she followed him, skirting the mess all over the floor.
"Go get in the car, I'll be there in a minute. Don't touch anything on the way out!" Nick made a quick call to Sara, and she promised she would process the house while they were gone. As Nick was leaving, he saw a picture frame still sitting on the shelf. Since it was the only thing in it's original spot, he wandered over there and cursed again when he noticed the missing picture. It had been a picture of him and Celeste, at his college graduation. Instead of the picture was a note, which read, 'I'm watching you.'
"What kind of freak would do this?" Nick asked himself as he walked out to the car. He opened the door before he noticed his sister wasn't in the car.
"Celeste?" He yelled. "Celeste? Where are you?" He glanced around and didn't see any sign of a struggle, although he knew from experience that didn't mean one didn't occur. "Damn!" Nick slammed the car door shut and hurried back into his house.
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Hope you like! Sorry it's so short, but. . . C'est la vie!
