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"In my love."
"Y-y-you're what?" Robin stuttered in a panicked, high pitched voice. He felt heat spread across him in tingles.
"Hm?" Spencer turned her head as if she said something completely normal. "Oh sorry. I meant that I'm in love with your mindset. It's so simple minded. I'm almost jealous."
"Oh." Robin muttered, trying to contain his composure and his heart beat. He felt a bit disappointed. He reached awkwardly in box like movements for his phone, that was on the table next to the napkin dispenser.
"Who is it?" Spencer asked, reopening her magazine to finish coloring over a picture of Miley Cyrus and that guy from the Hunger Games. She completely blacked out her but circled his face in red crayon.
She was such a kid. Robin looked down at his phone.
"It's Mona. And it's a blank text." How do you send a blank text? Robin thought that he was seeing things because of his recent spike in temperature. His eyes squinted trying to see the screen.
Spencer raised an arched eyebrow. "What? Let me see it." By let me see it, she meant give it to me. Spencer reached across the table, almost knocking over a glass of water.
"Careful! You almost knocked it over." Robin grabbed the glass and moved it out of her vicinity.
Spencer shot him a look that said to 'shut up or that water will be on your head'. She began tapping the screen.
"What are you doing?" Robin asked worried about the fate of his phone.
"Nothing." Spencer said with the flick of her wrist making her S initialed charm bracelet chime.
"Shouldn't you be calling Mona?" Robin snapped the end of a blue crayon in half, anxiously. He assumed that it was his. Spencer glanced at him and began dialing Mona. She held a single unpainted nail into the air.
"Mon," Spencer began but stopped midway. Her face read emotionless, listening to whatever was on the other end of the call. Spencer's eyes widened. "We'll be right there." She whispered this in a half panicked half shocked voice. After observing all of Spencer's possible facial expression, the ditzy blonde was his favorite. This one was weird and unfitting.
"What is it?" She pressed the end button, tossing it to Robin.
"I think Mona may be in trouble."
"What? Why?"
"Last night she found two diary holders. I think they're onto her trail."
They both stood up, sprinting for the door. "Meet me at the abandoned zoo."
Chapter 3
Viva la Drew
"Are we there yet?" An annoyed Drew Piper grunted, adjusting the strap of her black camisole.
"This is weird. They should've been here by now." The young boy who had approached Drew earlier that morning, named Wyatt, sniveled into his hands. The duo had been walking for an unspecified "someone" for three hours. Drew never had realized how big the town actually was. She wouldn't have been surprised if the map of the town resembled a bowl of spaghetti. Poor planning equals mass succession, after all. Drew slumped over to a nearby bench, that looked like it needed a fresh coat of paint. Not that the coloring was bad. In fact, it was Drew's favorite color of dark blue. But it had some things written on it that she preferred to never have to think of. . . Ever.
"Who exactly are we looking for?" Drew slid her butt over the writing to spare the poor boys innocence.
He raised an eyebrow at her action but sat down to her left. Wyatt shook his unkempt, shaggy, white hair. "I told you already. The third building on Snow Street."
Drew suppressed every urge to strangle this kid. "For the last freaking time," she began, her voice slowly rising with every syllable. "We have been past Snow Street three damn times! There is no third building!" She added air quotes around the last sentence for added effects. Nothing like old school back-sassing a ten year old. "Are you sure you know where you're going?" Wyatt nodded staring passionately up at her. Drew whistled. "Fine. But we're taking a break first. Why don't you tell me about these people. Since I am the heroine at this hour."
Wyatt flinched. He stared off vacantly at a passing ice cream cart. A meek smile began to form when the cart began to hum the anthem of children everywhere. "I-I don't have to tell you." This brat was proving to be more of a challenge than expected. Maybe engaging him in conversation was not a wise mule. An idea formed in Drew's head as the man began handing out strawberry cones to a group of toddlers and their mothers. If she couldn't rely on him to say anything then she would just have to play dirty.
Her eyes scanned the cart then to Wyatt then back to the cart. "You want one? You must be hungry after all that walking, right?" Drew chuckled inwardly. Kids were easy to break.
Wyatt's violet eyes hardened. "I want to get going. I'm, I'm late." He bent down and retied his worn dirt red converse.
Drew tapped a finger to her mouth. "You certainly weren't in a hurry three hours ago. You know I have half a mind to ditch you. Someone should've taught you some social skills. Because this is atrocious." Everything she said was true. Wyatt looked ready to cry or beat the crap out if something. She didn't know. Those two looks confused her. "Well?"
His face fell into the collar of his worn Polo shirt. He started hesitantly. "I'm trying to find these people I met a few days ago. They said that they could help me." Wyatt laced his scabbed fingers together, elbows resting on his lap. At least he wasn't ready to beat down someone. The little things like that in life made Drew happy in a weird way. Wyatt reached into his pocket and pulled out a navy blue notebook with a small pen. He flipped through several pages. Finally settling on one.
"What's that?" Drew inquired.
Wyatt held the notebook in front of her face. "It's the 12 deities of Rome. I had to learn about them in school." What school made ten year olds learn about the complete history of Roman gods? The last time she had checked, ten year olds were learning about Indians and cowboys. The writing created a vivid imagery of each one. She was with out a doubt jealous of this kid. Kids...
"You must be some sort if genius. I couldn't do that if I tried." That black strap was bothering her again. She maintained the impulse to check her phone which was now buzzing in her pocket. That's right. Her Dead End was approaching.
"Are you gonna answer that?" Wyatt asked, jotting down a doodle alien.
"Answer wha-" Drew began then stopped. How had he known that her phone was ringing? It was on the lowest possible setting for vibrate.
"Your phone?" Wyatt said glancing down at his notebook. Walking around at five in the morning, a message about her own electrocution, and now a ten year old medium? Drew knew suddenly exactly what was going on. This boy was a diary holder. She had to end this or be, well shocked to death. The irony was killing her. Shocked to death? Because this boy was a diary holder and ten years old? Oh how déclassé, Yukki.
Drew stood up without a sound. "Miss Drewmmf!" She had slapped her hands over his mouth, pulling him into a nearby alley. She slammed the boy's body against the red brick wall.
"How dare you!" Drew hissed into his ear. He struggled under her grasp which was now around his throat.
"What?" Wyatt managed to muster. He was straining to keep his head upwards.
"I know all about your plan to kill me. You were trying to get on my good side so you could kill me eh? I know you're a diary holder. And those people are non-existent. You think your so clever. But guess what? You just messed with the wrong assassin buddy." She for what ever reason lessened on her hold. Probably out of pity.
Tears that were streaking down Wyatt's face halted. The fear that once consumed his purple stare switched to confusion. "You're a," he began. Drew moved him down an inch. She did have some respect. "A diary holder?" His eyes were as wide as saucers.
"Don't play dumb with me! I received my Dead End thanks to my Head Start Diary that tells me my Dead End two to five hours in advance."
Wyatt stopped struggling. "Then kill me." The words pierced Drew's ears like a gun shot. He was actually giving up? It was pitiful. His expression seemed like this had happened before. She tightened her hold.
"Kill you? Do you have any idea what the hell you're saying?" Drew stared into his eyes. They were expressionless. "You're supposed to put up a fight! You can't just let me kill you!"
"You can. No one else has any problem with it." The once calm boy began shaking violently. The real tears began flowing from his unique hue of eyes. "You're not the first to say this to me. Guess what? I don't want to be in this! I'd rather die than endure this anymore. I'm not as strong as you adults and never will be!"
Drew released him. He thudded to the ground, coughing. "What do you mean? Has someone done this before?" She observed the boy. Her handprints had already begun to bruise. All of a sudden, she felt dizzy and missing. She had just beaten the shit out of an innocent boy for no reason. Wyatt gazed up at her. His lack of responsiveness spoke for him.
"I met Miss Muru Muru after my parents had another fight. I don't remember what happened but I ran away. They were arguing over how much of a freak I was. I wanted to make them happy. That's all." Drew's heart clinched with pain. That was heartbreaking. His voice seemed shattered. Somehow she understood him. Instead of finishing him like she had been taught, she did something unexpected. She threw her arms around him and pulled him into a hug. The tiny boy trembled. He looked back up at her in shock.
"I'm sorry." Another something she never said. This time she actually sincerely meant it. "I want to help you but I'm gonna need your trust."
"Fine." Wyatt panted through sniffles.
Drew reached into her pocket for her message of impending doom.
Wyatt wasn't the only one was shocked. She was fried inside out.
10:10 AM Happy End
Author's Note:Thank you all for reading! Review if you want. A little shorter then it should've been but oh well. Happy 12/12/12! Who else stayed up until 12:12 to make a wish? I took a screen shot but missed out on my wish… Always next 88 years or something like that. Oh, is this making sense so far?