Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight. I also don't own a yellow submarine!
The warm Australian sun caressed my back gently. Almost as if it was embracing a loved one.
"Okay, here's the plan. We scale up the building and through the window. Then, we wait until Brett gets home and tell him what we're doing at his house. When we convince him to come, we all run back to the car and take off." I raised my eyebrow at Zeke's plan.
Though I didn't doubt Zeke (much) his plan had opens spaces. It was as if he was trying to do a hit and run sort of thing. Where you simply think as you go along. What if his mom came in and found us? What if he didn't come with. What, then. These were the basic questions Zeke had over passed. Still, I kept my mouth shut. I had learned, in the few days that I had been with Zeke, that he had to have his way. When he didn't, he through a major fit.
"Sure." I muttered, tracing pictures in the warm dirt.
"Okay, you should go first. That way I can help you up." He smiled happily at his idea.
"WHAT!" There was no way I was going to do that.
"Come on, Bella." He sighed. "All you have to do is grab on to the top of the window and lift yourself up. After you have of course climbed up the wall a bit." I simply stared at him. "Come here."
He got on one knee and gestured with his hands for me to proceed. Grumbling under my breath I did what I was told. Steadying myself on Zeke's knee. He kept his hands firmly on my waist to keep me from falling.
With my left hand I grabbed a piece of brick that stuck out just a smudge more that the others. My nails dug into it. With my other hand I reached toward the window that seemed even higher up since the last time I looked at it. My foot found a break in the stone and I hoisted myself up.
For a minute or two I simply dangled there. Breathing heavily and trying to unscramble my thoughts. But, with the low mummers of Zeke on the ground below and my thoughts encouraging me to do the impossible, I continued on.
Every now and again I would find a small crack or hole in the brick, of which was just large enough to put my fingers and feet in. It wasn't as hard as you would think to find these things. Looking closer I could see that the red brick was chipping away and decaying. Something you could not see from afar.
I was almost there.
Then, the brick I had placed my foot on began to crumble. I lost my balance. I let out a terrified scream. Zeke shouted from below me. Closer than before. he must have started up as well. Underneath my fingers another brick began to break. Wasn't my luck just great today? My hand shot up as if to find hole but there was none.
I began to fall. This time both my hands shot out. And this time they found something. THey came in contact with wood. I grabed at it. Trying to gain my balance.
I looked up to see I was holding onto the wooden window frame that's white paint was beginning to come off in flecks and pieces.
I sighed. Underneath me Zeke whisled, making plenty of noise.
"Shut up!" I hissed, opening the window quietly. I slithered in. Like a snake, I thought. "Be careful. The bricks are falling apart."
"Yeah, yeah." Zeke huffed hoping in next to me.
I looked around. The room wasn't extraordinary. The paint on the wall was chipping. and there was a small bed. Not somewhere I would like to sleep. By the bed was an alarm clock. 4:00 o'clock it read.
Just then heavy footsteps could be heard heading in are direction.
"Well at least we won't have to wait long." Zeke said sitting on a wooden chair by a small desk. I rolled my eyes at him.
"Who the hell are you and what are you doing in my room!" A voice shouted from around me. Zeke's eyes bulged out of their sockets.
"I'm Bella and this is Zeke." I said turning around. It seemed I would be doing all the talking as Zeke still sat frozen on the bed. Mother hell...
The boy or should I say man was huge. Like six foot nine. And majorly buff! Nothing like Zeke or I. He had pale blond hair and blue eyes. No wonder Zeke was so freaked out.
"Why are you in my room?" Brett growled.
"Hehe, well the funny thing is we heard you had the other asteroid." Looks like Zeke's found his voice...and his cocky personality.
Brett blinked. "What asteroid?"
"The one that caused that earthquake you felt."
This only seemed to confuse Brett more. Then, something clicked. There was something off but I couldn't place it until now. This Brett, he wasn't wearing an asteroid like Zeke and I. If he had found the asteroid, wouldn't he be wearing it, too?
I nudged Zeke in the ribs. "Zeke!"
"Ow. What?"
"He isn't wearing an asteroid!"
"What!" Zeke looked at his neck closely. Brett looked at him like he was insane.
Ugh. "Are you not Brett Hunter from the news?" I asked politely.
"No! That's my neighbor. Total nutcase if you ask me. Deserves to go to jail." Of course Zeke had gotten the wrong address. Damn it! Just wonderful! I had scaled up a wall and almost killed myself for nothing.
Apparently that was all Zeke needed to know as he grabbed my hand and ran past the huge guy that was not infact Brett Hunter. "Sorry for the confusion! Don't call the cops on us!" Zeke yelled right before we dashed out the door.
"Okay. So wrong house. No big deal." I glared at him. "That means Brett's house is over here."
"How do you know?"
"The other lots a car lot, Bella."
"Oh."
"Maybe we should just go inside." Zeke said when we made it to Brett's house.
"What if someone sees use." I asked.
"The doors open! Would you rather scale the side of the house again?"
"No, no." And I walked right into the house.
The front door led into a hallway that held three directions. A living room to the right. A kitchen with a petite little lady in it. No more than forty. And then the upstairs.
I looked at Zeke. He looked back at me. "Upstairs." We agreed.
Going as quietly as possible we tip toed up the stairs. Me leading. At the end of the stairs was five doors. One of which looked like a bathroom. A door was open at the end a teenage girl sat in doing her nails and listening to music. She didn't notice as we walked down the hall and into each room until we came to a small blue room. It had a bunk bed and smelled of smoke.
I coughed. Did Brett smoke? "This must be it. The others are all girl rooms."
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We staid in that room for seven hours. No one came. I was getting incredibly tired.
"You rest. I'll stay up." Zeke tried to be the mocho man, but I could see his eye lids drooping.
"No, no! I'm fine." I yawned.
Just then heels could be heard coming towards the door. "Get in the closet!"
We turned off the lights and hid in the tiny closet. To say we were squished was an understatement. The door opened from somewhere. The sound of heals got louder. There was a bit of rustling around and a dror opened.
"Still smokes." A women sighed and walked back out. Closing the door behind her. Phew. I was so thankful she didn't think to look in the closet.
But, my cheer was shatered quickly after when the bedroom door slammed shut. "Damn it." Someone muttered, kicking something. "Can't stay out of their own business."
The closet door opened...
A boy that looked exactly like Zeke only smaller looked at us with wide eyes. Frozen in terror.
Of course Brett would be scared. I should have thought about that before. I opened my mouth to say something. To at the very least calm him down some, when Zeke muttered the worst words he could in a situation like this.
"'Ello poppet." I could tell by the boys reaction that this terrified him further. Zeke's eyes where probably shadowed. Probably only showing a glint of his face. Brett would not be able to see Zeke laughing at what he thought was a funny joke.
Brett screamed and turned to run. "No wait! We didn't mean to scare you! Zeke's just messing with you!" I ran after him. Zeke followed.
He made it only to the door before Zeke pummeled him to the ground. Again, Brett screamed.
"Shut up." Zeke hollered.
The door opened and the girl that we had seen painting her nails looked in. She looked at me standing in the middle of the room. Not knowing what to do. She looked at Zeke who had Brett in a head lock. And she too, screamed and ran. "Mother! Call the police! Two more crazy people are attacking Brett!"
Oh just freaking wonderful.
"Come on!" Zeke yelled, getting up and taking Brett with him. "We've got to get out of here!"
"What!" I yelled.
But, I was too late. Zeke was already hauling it down the hall towards the stairs. Brett in tow. I followed. A lady screamed as we left. No doubt she was worried for her son.
Police car lights flashed brightly. "Let go of the boy!" They all screamed at us.
We turned around and headed behind the house. Why we didn't do so in the first place was a wonder to me. It led us to are car and was faster.
"Get in!" Zeke yelled roughly when we made it to the SUV. You guessed it. It was glossy black and seemed to shadow the now black sky.
"Zeke!" I yelled. He shouldn't treat people like that.
"Just get in!" He yelled, jumping in himself. He was stressed I could tell.
As soon as I was in Zeke hit the gas. Quickly going from 0 to 30 to 60. Until he was at one hundred.
"Will you, I don't know slow down?" I asked, grabbing the seats for dear life.
"Not until where out of here!"
It took us fifteen minutes until we were 'out of here' and Zeke would slow down.
"What the hell are you two doing? What do you want from me? And most importantly who are you?" Brett growled.
"I'm Zeke and this is Bella."
"Well Zeke take me back!"
That was when it all set in. Zeke and I just kidnapped a boy. We were kidnapperes. We were crazy!
"Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god!" I muttered.
"I know. We should do it again." Zeke said. He was obviously happy and stress free agian.
"We just kidnapped a boy! We're kidnappers! Oh my god! We could go to jail!"
"Bella we're not going to jail."
"Don't you tell me what we're not going to! You and I just f***ing kidnapped someone. We're criminals. And look what you've made me do. I just cussed because of you. Now not only am I a criminal, but also a cusser. This is soo not cool. I don't want to be a cusser. Or a criminal!"
"Will you just shut up!" Zeke asked not so politly. I think I even heard Brett stiffle a laugh from the back. I ignored it and continued to glare at Zeke. "Okay so maybe I could have handled it better." He turned to Brett. "The names Zeke Kingsley and this is Bella Swan. Sorry we scared you so bad."
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