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She slammed down the wrapped package, quite harshly into the customer's hand. Her face was hidden behind the downward angle of her head and her dark hood. The dark lighting of the alleyway didn't help much.
"Thanks" his gruff voice said. She nodded, and quickly snatched the bills that he handed to her. She pocketed the bills, and watched silently as he walked away. Pulling her hood tighter over her head, she quickened her steps. Isabella left the dark alleyway.
Just as she neared the trashcans, her ringtone rang out, the echo bouncing from wall to and fro. She nearly jumped out of her skin. She mumbled angrily as she picked up.
"Hello?"
"6 o'clock sharp huh?"
Isabella moved her phone from her ear to look at the time.
6:09
Her eyes widened in fear as she came to realize that she was late. She was never late.
"H-hello?" She stuttered, trying to control her nerves. But all that was left an empty line. Isabella ended the call and with that rushed out of alleyway.
-x-
A huff of tiredness. Only momentarily did she stop to catch her breath holding onto the railing and with a hand on her knee.
One more floor...
With reassurance in that beckoning thought, Isabella regained her step and pushed on.
"Oh!" followed by a light yelp.
"Fritzt come back!" Cat called out helplessly from her room. Sam had gone for a ride on her motorcycle, while Goomer whom she called about 2 hours ago never showed. So it was just her and the pets.
"Fritzt!" Cat repeated again, walking out slowly from the bedroom. On her shoulder, Melon was perched rubbing up against her red hair. Cat didn't mind much, but did mind Kenny atop her head (who apparently was either eating or sleeping) and she didn't dare disturb him. She had already learned that lesson a few moments ago from the nip on her finger. Again Cat cried out, "Fritzt! Don't be a bad dog!"
Fritzt no longer running, was now found standing on his hind legs, scratching at the front door quickly. His uncut nails were leaving marks on the door. Cat heavily sat down on the couch; chasing Fritzt really tired her out.
In a moment's notice, Cat's hands shot out in front of her. A blur of fur passed by her eyes. Soon, a ball of golden fur laid curled in her hands, and Cat let out a breath she didn't know she was holding. But the following breath hitched in her throat, as she found the little hamster motionless.
Melon on her shoulder seemed to realize what was going on and stopped rubbing a red strand of her hair by her neck. The little hamster steadily made it's way to Cat's cupped hands and towards it's companion, Kenny. Melon's nose nuzzled Kenny's stomach gently. Cat's widened eyes were tear rimmed, but she couldn't move her hand away. Instead she squeezed her eyes shut, causing a few hiding tears to stream down her cheek.
In a long silent moment, where even Fritzt stopped scratching at the door, Cat held her breath. Then suddenly, her eyes snapped open, feeling the lightest of a stir in her palm. Her widened and a smile spread itself across her lips when she saw Kenny now scurrying more in her hand and regaining his energy. Cat let out an unexpected happy yelp, standing up and hugging the two hamsters in her arms.
Fritzt's bark interrupted her celebration, as Sam came in with Goomer right behind her.
"Sam! Goomer!" Cat acknowledged, quite surprised by their presence.
"Hey Cat..." Sam replied staring at her friend oddly. Cat smiled widely, and after glancing around, finally found the two hamster's cage. As Cat put the two hamsters snugly into the cage, Sam rummaged in the refrigerator for something to eat; the dinner she had about an hour ago, not being filling enough. Goomer sat himself quietly by the couch, patting Fritzt's head, who had been unnaturally obedient the since the arrival of the two friends.
"Goomer, why didn't you come sooner?" Cat asked sending a slightly disappointed look to her friend, as Fritzt found company in Cat's presence.
"Dice here no?" Goomer asked in a knowing voice. His eyes glanced about the bustling apartment.
"No, Dice isn't here. Are you looking for him?" Cat asked.
Goomer nodded his head sadly, eyes downcast.
The refrigerator door came to a close softly, Sam popping open a root beer she had found.
"Don't you too hang out together almost 24/7?" Sam questioned, coming to the two on the couch. She plopped down, resting her foot on the table. A disapproving look passed over Sam from Cat, but the latter chose to say nothing so Sam did nothing about it. Goomer shook his head vigorously in silent reply, eyes and head still downcast.
He looked like he was about to break down in tears.
"Goomer?" Cat asked softly, peering him with a tilted head. Both of the girl's eyes widened at the sight of his fists clenching and Goomer's careless expression hardened to anger.
"Dice, don't care anymore. Goomer go" the said man responded quite suddenly and stood up. Cat stood up as well, catching the sleeve of Goomer's sweater just before he turned away.
"Goomer, what you talking about? Dice is your best friend!"
"Yeah, and you can't leave the kid just because he's been a little busier then normal this week" added Sam from the couch. Goomer looked from one pair of eyes to the next, his own confused and wild. After a moment of mentally deciding, the man sank into the cushions of the chair, sitting slouched under a floating cloud of sadness.
"You want anything to drink Goomer?" Cat asked softly, hoping to lighten up the mood. He shook his head, and crossed his arms instead.
"You wanna watch something?" Sam asked him, holding out the remote. Goomer momentarily glanced at it, but his eyes flickered away just as fast.
A sigh.
Dice tapped his foot quickly, patience wearing thin with each ticking second. He could barely sip at the drink he had ordered. The small cafe was bustling with activity, but it was only he that felt isolated and trapped. Dice pulled out his phone, glancing at the time.
7:38
An hour and eight minutes late. Dice was fuming inside. After they meant they were supposed to go back to his place to get the product. He shook his head, running a hand through his matted hair. Just as the door of the cafe opened to greet an incoming customer, Dice's phone vibrated in his hand.
"Hello?"
"Heyyy Dice"
"Oh, Brandon, hey, where are you?" It was his late customer, and he was trying to keep calm as they conversed through the phone. Dice hated being late.
"Change of plans dude, I got the original phone case faster and in way better quality-"
"What are you saying?"
"I'm saying that I'm not coming. You can go home dude."
"But-"
His sentence was cut off by the static on the other side. Dice closed his eyes and let out a deep breath, finding a tight grip on his phone. Pulling on his jacket, Dice slid out of the booth, made his way across the vast cafe, then pushed the door out into the cool night air.
Heyyyy!
It's PBL. :D
Surprise Surprise, I finally updated.
I hope that this update was enjoyable for all readers out there and I apologize for updating so so late.
This month has been pretty hectic for me, and I've just finally made time to write again.
So this is where I am now. :D
Stay tuned my friends for more and until next time.
Love, PBL. :)