ELLO CHUMS! I'M SOOO INCREDIBLY SORRY FOR NOT UPDATING IN SO LONG! My old computer was all jacked up and wouldn't work and it took my mom a MONTH to finally order it! And last night it finally came! So I'm trying to make up for my long absence here by trying to write the final chapters of this. It's sooooo nice not having your computer freezing on you while you type...
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Chapter Eighteen
"What's tonight that starts in," he looked at his watch, "two hours forty-six minutes and fifty nine seconds?"
She gasped, jumping up. "THE ART SHOW!"
Robbie nodded. "I swear, your memory is worse than mine. OW!"
Riley bolted into her room and began to throw off her clothes, but then she remembered that she probably smelled like a dead rotting corpse, so she smacked herself on the head and ran out of her room... with only her bra and jeans on.
"I'll see you tonight, Will," Robbie was saying before Riley ran out.
"Oh my GOD!" he yelled, turning his head to the door and away from her. "PUT A SHIRT ON! No one wants to see you like that!"
Will was grinning from behind him.
"It's my place, I can do whatever I want with it!" Riley yelled, slamming the bathroom door behind her. The men outside heard that horrible sound of the shower curtain sliding across the bar.
"Why's it always do that?" asked Will.
"Because it loves to tick Riley off," Robbie replied. He shuddered a bit, obviously still disturbed of seeing Riley in a bra. "Well, see you tonight, Riley will probably take you there."
"What kind of art show is it?" asked Will.
"Well, artists from all over New York come to the city and just get the chance to show their work and place some of it up for bid in an auction. Riley's really excited about it." Will nodded, letting Robbie know he understood. "Listen, you should probably come with me, you'll need a tux or something, it's a fancy event." said Robbie. Will nodded again and followed Robbie out the door.
"Won't Riley wonder where I am?"
"Nah, she'll know you're with me."
Riley scrubbed at her skin, washed her hair, and shaved her legs perfectly within record time. She jumped out, completely forgetting about the pirates having had no Psycho moment with some maniac coming into the bathroom and stabbing her madly. She put on some lotion and blow-dried her hair, then putting on her robe and went into her room to put on her dress. It was black, and it was her favorite. Then, she put on her heels (which was always a pain), threw on some makeup, and headed out into the living room where she expected to see the guys.
"I'm ready, are you?" she called into the silence.
"Hello? Robbie? Will?" she walked into the center of the living room. "They probably went to Robbie's to change," she told herself. She moved to the door, thinking she'd scare Robbie, but when she was about ten feet away from the door she thought she heard a quiet laugh.
She whipped around. "Hello?" she called.
Now, she heard whispers. "Who's there?" she said, a little louder.
"Riley..."
"Not funny, guys!" she said, thinking it was just Robbie and Will playing a prank on her.
"Your friend and you..."
"Leave them out of this!"
"Riley..."
"Stop it!"
"Your friend and you must die..."
"WHO ARE YOU?!"
"You will die... and so will your friend..."
Riley screamed and ran for the door. She put her hand on the knob, but as she did so, it shocked her. "OW!" she cried out. She turned around and yelled, "STOP THIS, WHOEVER YOU ARE! LET ME OUT!"
"I can't do that, Riley..."
She ran for the door again and threw all her weight against it, but the door seemed to be an electric forcefield. "HELP!" she screamed. "WILL! ROBBIE! HELP ME!"
The voice was laughing at her struggle. She was terrified and it knew it. She ran to the window and tried opening it. Again, the electric shock. Her hands were red from all the blows they received from them. Frantically, Riley looked around her apartment for anyway to get out. Her eyes fell on her phone. "Will," she whispered.
She ran for it and picked it up. No electric shock. Her swollen fingers dialed Robbie's number.
"Come on, pick up, pick up, oh Robbie PLEASE PICK UP!"
"Stupid zipper!" Robbie muttered to himself. "It... won't... go... up!"
"What's the problem?" asked Will, coming into the hallway.
"The front door won't close!" said Robbie from behind his bedroom door.Just then, the phone started ringing.
Will turned around. "But it is closed," he said, looking at the apartment door.
"NOT THAT FRONT DOOR!" Robbie yelled, obviously frustrated. "MY PANTS WON'T ZIP UP!" Robbie let out a growl. "Who's calling me at a time like this?!" He yanked harder when it finally zipped. "About time, too!"
"All right now Robbie, just say your message."
"Hey, this is Robbie, leave a message!... Riley, how do I turn this thing off?"
"You press this button, stupid."
"Oh. Don't call me stupid!" BEEEEP.
Riley screamed into the phone. "ROBBIE, WILL HELP ME! THERE'S SOMETHING IN MY APARTMENT AND IT WON'T LET ME GET OUT! HURRY! PLEASE COME UP HERE! PLEASE!"
"What was that, Will?"
"I'm not sure, didn't they leave a message?" asked Robbie, finally coming out of his room. The two men looked incredibly handsome in their fancy clothes but also incredibly confused.
"It's all static," said Robbie. "I hate it when people do that. It could've been someone important and you'll never hear their message. People these days really need to fix their phones." Robbie walked over to it and deleted the message.
"I wonder where Riley is," said Will.
"Well, girls normally take longer than guys to change and all that jazz, we should just wait for her here. I don't want to have to see her run around the place in her bra..." he shuddered. Will grinned. "Want to listen to some music while we wait?"
"Sure," said Will. "Please don't tell me you've got country though."
Robbie laughed. "No way, that's just one of Riley's weird obsessions. You'll find no country in this apartment, man!" he popped one of his CD's into the stereo and cranked the volume up. Ozzy Osbourne's song Crazy Train started to echo throughout the place.
"THE BEST SONG IN THE WORLD, WILL!" said Robbie as he pretended to play the guitar and danced around the room. (A/N: IT IS THE BEST SONG!!! Anyone who's never heard that song must go listen to it the SECOND they finish reading this story! It's the best! We play it in my band at school too for marching band and now pep band! WOOO!)
Will grinned and joined into Robbie's dancing and Robbie helped him learn the words. In the midst of the fun and bonding they were having, they completely forgot about the mysterious message, and Riley.
Riley hung up the phone and sat down on the floor. "Right, now they'll come for me," she told herself. "They'll come. Will wouldn't forget about me..."
There ya are! A nice update! And happy Turkey day!