Chapter 3: Wild About You:
Donnie's POV:
Our gig at the party was awesome! Everyone liked it!
"I just got a text," says Piper, "it's Crystal! She wants to ask me out!"
"Someone's got a girl," says Charlise.
"Anyone else think it's a little weird she knows Piper's number," asks Adam.
"It is a bit... suspicious," says Piper, "but on the other hand... when I think about her... I'm texting back!" She then gets up and walks away.
I then saw Anna and leaped to her. "So, what did you think of our gig last night," I asked.
"Whaht ees zat ahwful smell," asks Anna.
"Sorry, I don't do baths," I said.
"You ahre such a peeg. Ahnyway, I wahs naht aht Crystahl's pahrty! I try to stay ahway frahm hair!"
"Cool... wait, why," I asked.
"Crystahl ees ze kind of geerl one should ahvoid eef zey cahn help eet," says Anna.
"But... my friend's gonna make a date with her," I said.
"Zen you bettair go sahve your friend... ahnd clean yourself up, you smell like ze dead!" She then slapped me and walked away.
. . .
I then secretly followed Piper and Crystal. So far, everything seems normal. Maybe Anna was wrong. I then noticed something strange. Piper threw away used gum and Crystal took it out of the trash when Piper wasn't looking. "That's weird," I said, "I thought only I would pick stuff out of the trash!"
. . .
Piper and Crystal's date then continued, and Crystal took a lot of pictures of them together.
. . .
Their date was over. "I had fun," says Piper.
"Me too." Crystal then gives Piper another big kiss. Come to think of it... she kissed Piper right on the lips for a long time after our first gig at her party. In retrospect... probably should've known something wasn't normal about her!
. . .
Later, that night, I decided to secretly watch Crystal's house. She then snuck out. I then followed her.
. . .
She snuck into Piper's house, and I watched her. I saw Crystal take some of Piper's... personal things... and then she took a lock of Piper's hair while she was asleep. She then kissed her and left.
. . .
I then looked through the window and saw Crystal putting together a shrine of Piper. It had the pictures, the used gum, the hair, and the stuff she stole! This girl was obsessed!
. . .
The next day...
"Hey Piper, did you get a haircut," asks Charlize. Piper then looks in a mirror.
"I wonder what happened," asks Piper.
"You're not going to like this," I said, "but..."
. . .
"You're talking crazy," says Piper.
"Crystal is obsessed with you," I said, "think about it... she always gives you big kisses! Never a simple peck on the cheek! She did that after we did our big gig! You girls barely knew each other at the time! And she kept collecting weird stuff..."
"Wait, were you following us," asks Piper.
"Yes... but that should prove I'm right," I said.
"Donnie, I don't think I can believe someone who once held an Aye Aye against its will," says Piper.
"One time and I set it free," I said.
"I'm gone," says Piper.
"You guys believe me, right," I asked.
"It does sound like you're talking about that psycho lesbian stereotype," says Adam.
"Hey, I know what I saw," I said.
"There is no way Donnie could've seen differently," says Charlise, "but why were you following them in the first place?"
"Anna seemed afraid of Crystal," I said.
"Anna and Crystal did used to be friends," says Nathan.
"Wait... what if while Anna saw them as friends... Crystal saw them as more than friends," Adam suggests.
"And now that Crystal's found a girl that could actually like her..." Charlise begins.
"We gotta hurry," I said.
Piper's POV:
I was at Crystal's house. "My friend said some crazy things about you," I said.
"Which one," asks Crystal, "the one who tends to run on all fours?"
"That's the one," I said, "I don't know what his problem is!"
"Forget about him," says Crystal, "forget about all of them! You don't need your friends, not when you have me!"
"UUUUUUUUUmmmmmmmmm... come again," I said.
"Piper, when I first saw you at my party, I considered you could be the one, but then after I heard you and your band play, I knew it!"
"I... just played the tambourine," I said.
"And I saw how you were doing it seductively," says Crystal.
"Was I," I asked, "I honestly can't tell!" She then got closer, and I backed up, but then I saw the shrine.
"I love you, Piper," says Crystal, "and I know you love me!" She then started kissing me.
Donnie's POV:
We arrived at Crystal's house. We then got in.
"I don't get it," asks Adam, "why would her parents let her do anything crazy?"
I then found two adults and one girl tied up. The girl looked just like Crystal. "Crystal's parents and twin sister," I asked. They all nodded. I then removed the gags.
"I told you the last therapist we got her was too cheap," says Crystal's Mom.
"I take it she always does this," says Adam.
"I had to stop bringing girls over because of her," says Crystal's sister, "you realize how hard it is to make friends when your sister's a psycho?"
"That's not a nice thing to say about your sister," says Crystal's Mom.
"Mom, she's had us tied up since you found out about that party she wasn't supposed to have," says Crystal's sister.
"So that's why you guys weren't home and there was still a car," says Nathan.
"Guys, our friend needs our help," says Charlize. We then ran!
. . .
We then ran into Crystal's room and saw Crystal kissing Piper all over her face while Piper was trying to escape. It was like watching a twisted Pepe Le Pew cartoon. I then grabbed Crystal and threw her off Piper. "You okay," I asked.
"Yeah," says Piper, wiping the lipstick off her face, "sorry I didn't believe you!"
"You will not take her away from me," says Crystal, "WE BELONG TOGETHER!" She then ran towards us, but I knocked her out with her shrine.
. . .
Crystal was being taken away. "I am so embarrassed," says Crystal's sister, "it's the Anna thing all over again!"
"You're embarrassed," asks Piper, "I think I'm traumatized!"
"We'll help you get home," I said.
"And sorry for all of this," says Crystal's Dad, "this time, I am going to find a better psychiatrist! I promise you that!"
. . .
We were then all helping Piper get home.
In the next chapter, there's a lioness on the loose.