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Note: I made up the town "Rayville". As far as I know, there is no town in NY called Rayville.
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Chapter 23 The Brick"No." Misty whispered to herself. A tear rolled down her cheek.
"What's the matter baby? You aren't happy to see me?" Lure asked slyly.
"You never told me he was that much of a dumbass." Said Squid under his breath.
"WHY THE HELL WOULD SHE BE HAPPY TO SEE YOU?" Hotwire yelled hugging and comforting Misty.
"Because she's my bitch." He replied.
"I MOST CERTAINLY AM NOT!" Misty yelled.
"I own you, it's carved into you're back." Lure said.
"You don't own her, no one does." Said Alan.
"What the shit? Who the fuck are you?" Lure snarled.
"Alan, my boyfriend." Misty said.
Lure got an angry look on his face and walked toward Alan.
"You can't be her boyfriend if you're dead." Lure flipped out a switchblade and moved it toward Alan's throat. He would have cut him if Alan hadn't punched him in the face with all his might.
"Misty, run." Said Hotwire.
Misty grabbed Reefer and her duffel bag of her stuff and began to run out the door.
"Alan, come on!" Misty yelled.
Alan ran out the door after Misty. When they got about halfway down the street and looked back and didn't see Lure following they slowed their pace to a fast walk.
"I don't think Paperclip is letting him follow us." Misty said out of breath.
"I don't think so either."
"I know this isn't a good time but can we stop at another friend's house?"
"Ugh... come on, babe, can't we just go home?"
"Just one friend. I won't go inside, I just wanna tell her what's going on."
"Okay, okay... make it quick though." Alan said nervously biting his toothpick.
"She lives a little further down the street."
They continued down the street a little more until they reached a large two-story house with a large garden surrounded by a white picket fence. It seemed like something you'd see in an Anne of Green Gables movie.
"Wow, who lives here?" Asked Alan.
"Aria, my only friend with no nickname because she never does anything wrong. She's too rich to steal, too stuck up to beat anyone up or cut herself, too heavily moral-filled to do drugs, and she has the perfect life. She's a bit on the ugly side though."
They went to the front door and Misty rang the doorbell.
"Who is it?" Came a voice that was recognized as Aria's housekeeper.
"Old friend of Aria."
"Would you like me to get her?"
"Yes, please."
A few minutes later the front door opened. When Aria saw Misty her jaw dropped.
"Blade? Wow, you haven't changed a bit." She said.
Aria hadn't changed much either. Her hair was still blonde and shoulder length, her style was still the same (tight, ugly, expensive pants and a Roxy shirt), and the only difference Misty could see in her is that she had gotten her braces off.
"Did you just get back from camp?"
"Yeah, I did."
Alan looked at Misty in a 'hurry up so I can go home and take a nap' way so she figured she'd just tell Aria the whole story later.
"Aria, this is Alan, my boyfriend. We're living in a house in Rayville."
"Really? Wow. What's your address, I might stop by sometime?"
"138 Forestwood. We're pretty much always home so you can just come anytime you want."
"I'll do that." Aria said.
"Well we'd better be getting back home now, it was good to see you again." Misty replied.
"Good to see you too."
Alan and Misty left Aria's house and went back to their own.
"I love you so much, baby." Misty said running her fingers down Alan's cheek.
"I love you too."
Alan wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her down onto him. He made a Tigger®-like growling noise in his throat. Misty giggled and kissed from his neck up to his mouth. She bit his lower lip gently. When she let go she lay her head down on Alan's chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart.
They lay there in silence for a few minutes until a shattering sound came from the other side of the room.
Misty jerked her head up to see that someone had thrown a brick through their window.
"Fuck." Said Alan angrily.
Misty jumped out of bed and ran to the front door. She opened it and looked out. The only thing she could see was a black van that was turning the corner at the end of the street.
Misty shut and locked the front door and went back to Alan's room.
"Let's just stay in my room tonight. We can call the cops in the morning." Said Misty.
They went into Misty's room and fell asleep cuddling.
The next morning when Misty and Alan woke up they got dressed, ate breakfast, and called the police. They said they'd be over to check it out in half an hour or so.
When the police arrived they went to the outside of the window to look around. Then they went to Alan's room and looked at the broken window and brick.
"Miss Barlow, do you recognize these letters from anywhere?" Asked the chief policeman beckoning me over to look at the brick.
Carved into the side of the brick were three letters; MJO.
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