“For Narnia, I will do this!” Amber jokingly motivated and started to action her plan.
Sneaking in was against his laws, and Amber surely knew it by heart and mind. But who could stop her from doing it every Saturday evening? No one. She was never caught and never will be. This was always her Saturday forte. To sneak in to his small humble house and get what she wanted but not needed.
“Ugh, I still need to wait for thirty minutes,” Amber mumbled while counting her hair pins in case she lost one from running away. She sighed heavily and cautiously sat down, not on the bench, but at the pavement beside the bench. She looked behind her, hoping for any sign, but the boy was not there. Her body was hidden behind a three-foot tall bush.
“All I need is a good timing to enter his HQ,” she puffed. The redhead girl laid her back against the bench and just prayed for invisibility. However, he left the front door already and soon, his porch. She did not trust her hearing; she looked up and checked the boy’s window. It was locked, and a very faint light could be seen. Now, a good five minutes was what she needed to make sure the owner was three hundred steps away from her place.
Amber’s eyes scanned the place for any movement. She just saw a cat walking. A stray cat couldn’t call 911 and put her into jail, she thought. She fished her denim jacket for the pins and put it all there. She jumped over the small white fences, spotted the window and smiled.
“I will do this because I can do this.” With a great motivation to herself, she hastily walked her way into his house and reached the front of the small window. Amber picked a hair pin, the crooked one, and began to fiddle with the lock. From the corner of her eyes, she spotted something … odd.
“You are not a really good “hider”, if that’s a thing.” She smirked as the key’s shadow went visible, thanks to the lamp. The window was never been a good option. It was too small and too square. But it was not spacious for a tall girl like her. The door in the front was always the best decision. But the magic of her pins didn’t work in there. She grabbed her pin and pushed it inside the lock. It clicked. Her hands moved cautiously making sure that it would not make any screeching sound.
“Jared’s room really needs a shower with a fabric conditioner, if that’s possible,” she exhaled.
She stretched her right arm to the left to get the small lamp. She always does this trick, but it always felt like that the lamp grows its own feet and starts to walk away. This time- at last! She touched the metal tucked inside of it. One more swipe and the key dropped on her hand.
Whistling a happy tune, she closed the window and locked it. Amber shrugged her jacket closely to her body and walked away from the backyard. She inserted the key and unlocked the front door like a professional. Amber invitingly welcomed herself in.
“It was way worse to be inside here, not only FabCon is needed, but bleach will do.” She closed the door and started to make her way around the small spaces. Nothing changed much; it was still a garbage house.
“Now, where are you filthy drugs?” she mumbled as she threw her gaze around the room. The television was in front of his bed and most of his clothing were scattered. The spider webs hanging in the corners added up to the already unhomely description. Well, fabric conditioner and bleach will not work after all.
Amber’s plan was not to basically steal her ex-best friend’s drugs and sell them or use them. She got this mindset that every Saturday midnight, while Jared was doing his own business, she would take that “crap” and throw it away. Jared never knew this. He got this broken memory issue after he got drunk. He always got home in the morning completely drunk and completely unaware of the drugs. Usually, he would just buy new ones and use them, but he never got a chance to use it all if Amber had thrown those the previous Saturday night. She observed his routine when they used to be best friends.
