OOC: Finally I found the time to type out the second segment of the persistent reporter Max's attempt to get an interview. Unfortunately I couldn't get myself to write out an interview until I had actually snagged one. So bare with me here and read how Max gets an interview and…well I won't spoil it for ya.


My rental car sputtered into the driveway of the seemingly harmless tropical home and shuddered to an awkward stop. I got out of the car and jumped up the porch steps two at a time. A wonderful rest at a coastal hotel had revitalized my energy and original hopes for an interview with the elusive Lilo and Stitch. I figured it would last as long as I didn't see the hotel bill.
I knocked on the door the same as yesterday with three quick knocks and hoped that Nani would be home this time. If she was home I wondered if I should mention yesterday's visit in full extent but promptly decided not (even though $28, my lucky charm, my hotel key card, and a free movie pass had mysteriously disappeared from my wallet while Stitch had it).
After a minute or so, when I finally noticed that there was actually a doorbell, the door slowly opened with a slow grinding creak but mysteriously no one was in sight. I uncertainly stepped in and called out cautious "Hello?" No answer. I felt there was something amiss but I couldn't figure out what, so (the dummy I was) I edged in a bit more and called "Is anyone here?"
Suddenly from behind the door Stitch appeared with a diabolical grin that told me something was definitely in the works. "Surprise Maxie!" he said in vile amusement and before I could do anything the door slammed me in the face knocking down onto the porch. 'Maybe I should have learned from my mistake yesterday,' I thought as I grasped my nose.
Inside someone yelled something a from inside the house and then footsteps could be heard stomping down steps then running to the door. It swung open revealing a quiet pretty young Hawaiian women in modest blue jean shorts and a white and pink striped t-shirt tied up in front (MMMMM…) With a concerned look on her face she timidly asked, "Are you alright?" He held out her hand to help me up.
"Uh yeah I guess," I said grasping her hand while the other still squeezed my nose to keep it from bleeding "Nothing permanent, I hope, I guess I came at the wrong time."
"No, no, I so sorry about Stitch, he's always a bit uh… wary of strangers," she explained, "Uh… but incidentally who are you?"
"My name's Max Sterling and I'm a reporter with a web newspaper," I explained in weird voice since I was still plugging my nose. "And I was wondering if I could ask you something."
I could tell she doubted my story for a few seconds but then shook her head, "I'm Nani, and come on in, I guess." She directed me inside. I hesitated a few moments wondering if this would be the smartest thing to do for my personal safety. On another run by, how else was I supposed to get an interview if I was too scared to go into their house? I went in.
She led me to the living room, "You know Mr. Sterling, it's funny, yesterday my little sister said some weird guy named Sax who said he was a reporter too and then had to be told to leave by our friend Cobra when the guy was sneaking around the house," she laughed shaking her head.
"Just call me Max and that is odd," I murmured biting my lip. (OOC: Sorry that sounds a bit lame)
"Oh well," she sighed, "would you like something to drink?"
"Uh, water, thanks," I replied quickly.
"OK well make yourself comfortable, I'll be right back to answer your question," she said with a comforting smile went out of sight though the kitchen door.

5 minutes later
I was now admiring the photos handing on one of the walls showing many locations that these guys had been. I was just getting a bit jealous when I begun to wonder how they could get the money to vacation to all those places. I stopped thought about that elusive question a bit but shook my head of the consideration. 'I'm a reporter not an IRS agent,' I thought rolling my eyes (I'd considered the career a few times before though). I took out my notepad 'Well the more that I think about it …" the noise of the kitchen door opening came to my ears.
"Oh, Nani I wanted to…" said turning around but stopped in mid-sentence. No one was in sight and the only sign of someone was the kitchen door swinging back and forth on a squeaky spring. My eyes coasted the room uneasily and, seeing nothing, I nervously bit my lip. Somewhere the sight sound of clicking was faintly heard and the hair on the back of my neck stood on end as I felt someone was near but there was not the slightest indication of what it could be (I should have guessed by now). Suddenly I felt a bone-chilling drop of water made contact with my wrist and then I watched it slide off onto the carpeted floor. I held my breath and cautiously looked up to the ceiling to where the drop had fell. So there hung Stitch, all four arms revealed, three clasped into the ceiling, one holding a glass seemingly filled with ice cold water. I shook my head franticly "No wait…" He nodded his head just as quick and before I could back up, block myself from the impact or anything he dumped it.
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OOC: Bad way to end this chapter and Max still doesn't have the interview yet. But I'll get out the third part pretty soon (let's say in less than a week, maybe). Oh and also I noticed that the first chapter was a bit sloppy grammar so forgive me on that. Finally any comment or flames welcome (well sorta) to help me post faster than a month between each chapter.