Looks who's decided to return from war? Ur long awaited trash story, sorry this took so long, there's not even Billy & Spencer in it, it's just a little look into things home.
"Where is it?" Shanilla questioned, scattering things all over her floor.
She'd lost something important, and it needed to be found.
"Rajeev, have you seen a little stack of papers!?" she called.
"Wah?" her brother asked, peeking in the doorway.
"You seen a stack of papers about," she gestured, "this big?"
"Nooo," Rajeev sang, making his way inside his sisters room.
He glanced around her room until his eyes landed on her bed; He'd spotted the papers, they were there in plain sight.
He smirked, walked over towards the bed, and hid them behind his back.
She'd always had that habit. Whenever she was looking for something she'd look right over it. It was always right there, but because her mind was all "I LOST IT, I LOST IT" it was apparently a little hard to see things.
"Why are these papers so important anyway?" he asked curiously.
"They're homework I saved for Spence, I figured since he was missing a bunch of school the least I could do is help him catch up," Shanilla responded, fixing her glasses.
"And then he'll thank you, and while you're handing the papers to him your eyes will meet, and then you'll stare into each other's eyes and do the smoochie smooch," Rajeev joked, mimicking the face.
"You're so immature Rajeev, what are you 12?" Shanilla laughed nervously.
"mwah, mwah, mwah," Rajeev chanted, causing his sister to turn red.
"Here," he called, tossing the pile of papers at her, "they were sitting on your bed."
"Really?" she squealed, "why do I always do this?"
"I dunno, why do you always do that?" Rajeev mocked.
"Let's go."
"Mwah, mwah, mwah," He repeated as they made their way out the door.
"At least I'm trying to help," Shanilla justified once they got to her car.
"Yeah, for your own selfish needs though."
"Not!"
But maybe Rajeev was a little right, maybe, just maybe Spencer would be way too far behind, and he'd need help with the work, and then she'd be able to help him, and something could happen from there.
Of course that was only a fantasy, but she couldn't help hoping one day it would become reality, but what she didn't know now was that her fantasy would stay only that; a story inside her head. A tale that you could only tell a child.
….
"When we get home can i have permission to punch Spencer?" Jessica asked from the backseat.
They were finally on their way back home from their "extended" vacation. They'd been trying to contact Spencer for days, but they were never able to get through. The call went straight to voicemail. No matter how many times they'd called.
"No, honey, maybe he's just mad we didn't take him with us," her mother said from the driver's seat.
"Spencer's never wanted to come with us before, why would he want to now?" she pointed out.
"Maybe his phone or the charger broke, something," Hugh, her father, suggested from the seat beside her mother.
"Whatever," she huffed, crossing her arms. SHe mumbled the word 'stupid' and didn't say another word the whole ride home.
But Jessica was right, Spencer never did like to go to these things, so why would he be pissed off about it now. There was some other reason he wasn't answering his phone, but she never would've guessed that that reason was that he ran away with some stranger to some place that he'd never been before.
She'd literally punch him so hard it would've prevented his past self from doing this somewhere in the universe; but she didn't know that, so she could only dream of What was going on.
When the car pulled up to the house it could be seen that something was wrong. About a week's worth of mail was spilling out of the mailbox, and when they got inside it was even more suspicious.
All the lights were off, there was a faint smell of some breakfast food; Spencer was almost definitely not in this house.
"Spence, we're home!" his father called.
No answer.
"Maybe he's at Rajeev and Shanilla's," he suggested.
"But that still doesn't explain why he's been avoiding our calls all week."
"Maybe they were having so much fun that he just wasn't able to answer the phone," her mother suggested.
"Yeah, you know how many fun things there are here in Cali," Hugh pointed out.
"Yea because the siamese twins are total party animals," Jessica said sarcastically.
She liked to call them that due to the fact that they were together 99% of the time. She never saw them apart from each other. It might be due to the fact that they were both Spencer best (and only) loser friends, but still, she wondered if they literally did everything together.
Then there was a knock at the door, to which the three of them eyed it suspiciously, they then glanced at each other, and Jessica went to the door.
"Oh, it's you two," she sighed.
"Nice to see you too, Jessica," Shanilla greeted with a small smile.
"Whatever, where's Spencer?"
"What do you mean?" Shanilla questioned.
"Isn't he with you?" Jessica asked.
"No, obviously not if we're asking you," Rajeev answered.
"We just came by to drop off his homework, then noticed you guys were back, so we figured we'd give it to him ourselves," his sister added.
"There was also the fact that you guys mailbox was stuffed," Rajeev added.
Jessica sighed, and let go of the door.
It almost slammed shut, but Shanilla caught it with her foot; if Spencer was missing there was no way she'd just leave like this.
"Mooom," they heard Jessica call, "Shanilla, and Rajeev say that Spencer isn't with them."
"Then where is he?" her mother asked concerned, coming around the corner.
"We don't know."
Instantly, the woman pulled out her phone to get in contact with the police.
Shanilla, Rajeev, Hugh, and Jessica all gathered around her in their small kitchen waiting for something, anything.
It was strange how fast things could change. How one simple things could ruin your day, or make your emotions go haywire. How it was totally uncalled for.
After minutes of answering questions, and waiting the call was finally over.
They all stared at her, and her back at them.
"They said that they'd be over shortly."
And that was a long shortly, an extremely long shortly. In reality it was only about 10 minutes, but time always seemed to go slower when you were anxious for something.
They all sat quietly in the living room; Jessica and her parents on the couch, Shanilla in the throw chair, and Rajeev on the floor.
"This is all my fault," Jane mumbled.
"It's not, we don't even know what happened yet, maybe he's at another friends," Hugh comforted.
"We're Spencers only friends," Shanilla said sounding more upset than she wanted to.
"I don't think that's something to brag about," Jessica joked.
"Jess, this is no time for jokes," her father scolded
"Just trying to lighten the mood," she responded in defense.
Just then there was another knock at the door.
They all stood up, but let Jane get to the door first.
She was out talking to the police for a while, maybe twenty minutes, and when she came back she'd looked like she'd been crying.
"What happened?" Hugh asked.
Jane was quiet for a moment, and then spoke.
"They said that they can't guarantee anything, they can't guarantee they'll find him, and, due to his age, they can't guarantee they'll even get to his case," she started, her eyes beginning to water
"They said, since he'll legally be an adult in a few weeks, they have more important missing persons cases dealing with the elderly, and those under 18, so if they can get someone out there," a tear rolled down her cheek, "they will, but there are no promises."
"But that's not fair!" Shanilla blurted.
Jessica watched as her father comforted her crying mother.
"It isn't," she mumbled, standing up from where she sat.
She then ran up the stairs, Shanilla and Rajeev following.
"What are you doing?" Rajeev asked, seeing her hand on Spencer's door knob, once he reached the top of the stairs.
"I'm gonna see if I can find some clues."
"Jess, this isn't some mystery book, this is real life, it's not that easy," Shanilla explained.
"On the contrary, my dear siamese part une," Jessica started.
She opened her brother's bedroom door, and walked in.
Shanilla rolled her eyes, but followed, Rajeev close behind.
"What are we doing in here, Brat?" Rajeev questioned.
"Maybe there'll be some clues as to where Spencer is," the smaller girl replied.
She glanced around his room, looking for anything out of place, then walked over towards the mirror her brother owned, and stopped.
"You find anything?" Shanilla asked, walking up beside her.
The girl was silent, but kept her eyes glued to something.
The closets not fully closed.
"We get it, your hair is a lovely shade of purple," Rajeev started, annoyed.
"But I think we came in here for Spencer, not to admire your hair."
"Shut up, bozo," Jessica responded, turning around.
She walked over to the closet, and slowly opened it.
"Blanket," she mumbled after a while, then walked over to the dresser.
Clothes..
Shoes are gone too…
"Siamese dorks, when was the last time you saw my brother?"
"Probably, two weeks ago.." Shanilla answered nervously.
"And why, exactly, didn't you call anyone?"
"We tried calling him, but he didn't answer, so we figured he went with you guys."
Jessica glared at her.
Shanilla sighed, and sat on Spencer's bed, hearing it come out of her mouth did seem a little wrong.
Your so called best friend goes missing for 2 weeks without telling you, and you just assume he went with his parents to a thing he never had any interest in before? Totally.
"I was just worried, so I accepted the closest possible good thing as truth," she tried explaining.
"It's okay," Rajeev said, sitting next to her for comfort.
"It's not okay," Jessica interrupted, "how would either of you feel if the other went missing, and someone you could supposedly "trust" knew about it, but didn't tell you!"
"Aren't you the one that always talks about how much you hate Spencer, though?" Rajeev pointed out. "How you wish he'd disappear? Well now you've got your wish."
"But that's our thing!" the girl responded, storming out the door.
"Rajeev, you should apologise," Shanilla muttered.
"But," her brother protested.
She glared at him.
"Whatever," He mumbled crossing his arms angrily.
….
She splashed water on her face.
That bozo! Doesn't have a clue as the what he's talking about!
Yes, she and Spencer had their down times, they had their times where she wanted nothing more than to knock the daylight out of him. That was their relationship the majority of the time, and yes, sometimes she'd yell at him to go fall off a cliff, but she didn't mean it.
How could anyone mean anything like that? At the end of the day, the two had their laughs, they had those times they'd sit together in the living room watching scary movies late at night. Sometimes when things got too scary he'd even let her hold his hand, and he never made fun of her for it afterwards no matter how much she deserved it. And no, they weren't the closest of siblings in the world, but they were there for each other.
She wanted to kick something, but there was nothing to kick, so she did something she hadn't done in a long time; she cried.
Or more so, tears were falling from her eyes, and she wanted it to stop.
"Stupid! Stupid!" she repeated over, and over again, kicking the wall with her shoe, until something caught her eye.
"Stupid Spencer," she muttered, kicking the wall again, then ran out of the bathroom.
" I think I know where Spencer is," She said loudly once she made it back to her brothers room.
"Where?" Shanilla and Rajeev asked in unison.
Jessica was silent for a moment, she was thinking.
"Well," she began, "I don't know where he is per-se, but his toothbrush is gone..."
"What are you getting at?" Shanilla asked.
"I'm saying, maybe Spencer left on his own. Maybe he isn't missing, maybe he doesn't want to be found."
"But why wouldn't he want to be found, if he's missing?" Rajeev asked, standing from where he sat.
"I mean, maybe he ran away," she explained, coldly.
"Wh-why would he wanna do that?" Rajeev stuttered, not understanding what the younger girl was putting out.
The three of them became quiet.
Shanilla rustled around in Spencer's drawers, looking for something.
"We should we tell your mom," Shanilla suggested after a moment.
"No, besides, she wouldn't even believe that," Jessica muttered.
"What we need to do is think of a motive. Why would he want to run away in the first place," She explained
"The last time you guys talked to Spencer," she paused to look at Shanilla, "how was he?"
"Well," the brunette started.
"We'd gotten to school late again because of him, so Rajeev and I were a bit upset with him, then we talked to him a few days later to let him know we had a family thing to go to, and weren't able to hang out."
"And that was all?" Jessica asked.
"There was another time," Shanilla recalled, trailing off.
She took a deep breath. "We'd called Spencer, and then some guy answered his phone saying that he was busy."
"Did you know the guy?"
The siblings shook their heads simultaneously.
"And you didn't think to mention this first?" Jessica asked annoyed.
"It's not our fault it didn't come up in conversation," Rajeev said in defense.
Jessica slapped a hand to her face, and sighed.
How could one person be such a moron?
The three of them were quiet for a long time. Rajeev was laid back on Spencer's bed, with his feet on the ground, presumably thinking
Shanilla was having an entertaining time going through all Spencer's script books, doing what she described as "looking for any clues as to why he'd want to leave in the first place."
And Jessica found herself having a seat on the floor, picking at the wood, lost in thought.
They'd eventually think of something, but for now, they'd have to use what little information they had, and work from there.
"Hey, Jess?" Rajeev called, not sitting up.
He didn't wait for an answer before saying, "Sorry about what I said before, this is hard on me too, but I shouldn't've took it out on you."
And maybe it was because he'd figured he was just talking to himself, but he didn't wait for a response from her either
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