Shoutouts!
msuhs-grl13: More will come! Only, I have to think of some sort of plot, because right now it's kinda' meagre.
Unknown-Dreams: Who knows?
Obsessed wit' Aaron Lohr: Yeah, I know, and I apologize. It was originally a third person story, and then I decided to change. I guess I must have paused for some reason or other and forgot to finish it.
Lil Irish QT: Now, I think that's a bit debatable.
Nosilla:I know! No one ever saw that coming!
Slightly: Especially not, what with the title and everything.
Shut it.
musicallyincompetent: Yeah, I know. Read Obsessed's shoutout for an explaination.
"Well…This seems kind of clichéd."
Mush rounded on me with a snarl. "How can you say that! Kid Blink's been KIDNAPPED and all you can say is 'this is kind of CLICHED!" he shrieked. I leapt backward.
"Calm down, Mushy! This is no time to freak out," I snapped. Mush shut his mouth, but I knew he wouldn't calm down. Mush and Kid Blink had been best friends since the day Blink moved here in the seventh grade.
Kid Blink's father had been cheating on his wife with various whores, and he finally stuck with one. The very beautiful Clarissa Stone showed up on his front door to inform Kid Blink's mother, Beth that his father, Kent was leaving her.
That was the summer before seventh grade. Beth knew that her son would be disgraced at his old school, because word spread like wildfire. So she had Kid transfer to Clarke County Middle School.
Not long after that, the drinking started.
Beth Williams was a strong woman, but even she couldn't resist Kent's charms, good looks, and dazzling smile. Very few could. By the time the second semester came 'round, Beth was getting plastered almost every night, and Kid Blink was spending more and more time at Mush's house.
Since then, Mush has always fretted over Kid Blink like a mother hen. Mush's mom dotes upon him as well, so he's always welcome at Mush's house. He's even stayed at the Meyers' house while Mush was away with his Choir. I flipped over the note. There was nothing else written on it.
"Nice. You're supposed to pay five hundred grand, but they don't say when or where," I muttered. I thought back to all my cop shows; yeah, ransom notes usually came with a time and place.
"How am I supposed pay?" Mush demanded, on the verge of hysterics. As if in answer, the phone rang. Mush and I stared at it for a second before I reached over and picked it up.
"Hello?"