Portal Problem

Chapter 15 - What to do...

Newton stared at her jagged smile. Her teeth looked like they got sharper, but his mind was probably just playing tricks on him. Nichole kept her eyes on Newton and climbed down the stool. She walked over to him, crushing the glass even more with each step. She stopped, and looked up at his face, eyes starting to get filled with anger, but mouth still grinning. He just stared back at her, not really paying any attention, and thinking about how to get out of this weird behavior she's having. He didn't want to go screaming upstairs for help, that would be childish. Instead he just walked upstairs, a bit of fear stuck on his face. Nichole followed...with a kitchen knife.

"Hey um...(name)?"

He didn't notice Nichole behind him, who starting to raise the knife

"Yeah Newton? Wait. Wait! WAIT! NICHOLE STOP RIGHT NOW, PUT THE KNIFE DOWN."

Newton suddenly froze up, and slightly turned his head towards Nichole, who was hiding a hand behind her back and awkwardly waving at him with the other, a shy smirk on her face. He waved back, not really meaning it, and walked closer to (name), trying to get away from Nichole.

"That's what I came up here to talk with you about" he said with a cupped hand around his mouth, trying to not let Nichole hear him.

(Name) shot an evil glare at Nichole. She bent down and dropped the knife, holding both hands in the air saying that she has no more weapons. (Name) continued to look at her, knowing there was more. Newton just watched her as she pulled out a hammer, a gun, another knife, and a bat. He stared in disgust and wondered how she could hide that many flipping weapons.

(Name) walked up to Nichole and slapped her on the back of her head. "Ow..." She replied in annoyance. "I wasn't actually gonna do it, God (Name)." "Don't you lay a hand on him." (Name) is starting to sound like my mother - Newton thought. "Well,um...Nichole. I was wondering why everyone is invading (name)'s wonderful home. Did you have something to do with this?" Nichole put her focus back to Newton and thought about the question. "Well, in a way. It's mostly about you, but if you are wondering who started it...then yeah. I did start it, so it does have something to do with me." (Name) suddenly felt heavy pressure and tons of distrust against Nichole. Why would her friend show the world her secret? Newton budded into her deep thinking, "Well, how do you suppose we fix this?" (Name) could tell he was getting a bit frustrated. "We could head over to-" She was inturupted from her response by a door slamming open. It was Nichole's younger brother, Jason.

He was holding a Mega Shot nerf gun, known to give many people bruises. He aimed at Nichole and fired it many times. "Pew pew! Ha! Gotcha Nicky! Pew pew!" "God darn it Jason! Go back to your room!" She has been hit many times before, so it really didn't affect her. He was about to fire it at Nichole again when he noticed (name) and Newton. He recognized her, but who was he? Newton saw Jason looking at him. "Hello there good chum! What might your name be?" Jason didn't want to answer. What if Nichole was in trouble and he was acting innocent? "Nyaaaaaa!!" He fired a bullet at Newton's chest, and was spot on. "Pft hu-What the...why did you do that?!" He held his hands to his chest, in pain. "Who are you?! What are you doing in my house?! MOOOOOOOOM!!!" Jason started running out the door, frailing his arms everywhere. "Ugh...Jason, get back here." Nichole leaned over to him and grabbed the back of his shirt collar. "Don't you dare tell mom, this isn't a stranger. It's a 'friend' of mine." She gestured over to Newton who picked up the foam bullet. "Hey kid, catch." Newton threw the bullet back at him like a dart, not a very playful way. "Heh heh." It hit him in the knee, making him lift it up and grasp it. He then hopped away on one foot like a retarded rabit. "You'll pay for this...Nutella!!!" Wow. Jason couldn't even remember Newton's name. (Name) laughed and pointed at Nicholes stupid brother.

" So anyways Nichole, what were going to say?" Newton asked, still hand on his chest. Instead of answering his question, she just replied, "Um, would you like some ice?" Newton didn't see how that would possibly help, he was still getting used to his new form. He glanced over at (name) asking with his expression if he should trust her or if was just another threat, and in reply, (name) nodded and ushered him to go with Nichole. A bit nervous and confused, he whispered back, "Are you sure? " (name) thought it over and remembered that Nichole was trying to kill him..."How about I get you the ice instead, mind if I do Nichole?" "Eh, sure." (Name) walked up to Newton and gripped his hand, leading him downstairs into the kitchen.

"Just sit down here for a sec., her brother can be a jerk sometimes, sorry about that." "Oh, it's fine, it's fine...I'm used to it." He went over to a stool, pulled it out from under the island, and sat down. (Name) took hold of a plastic bag and filled it with ice cubes, followed by closing the bag and wrapping it in a paper towl so it wouldn't be too cold. She walked over to him and handed the ice over. He took hold of it and started shaking a bit from coldness. "So, what do I do with it?" (Name) laughed at his blindness and replied, "Put it on your wound, silly." "Oh! I guess that makes sense." (Name) sat down on the stool next to him. Newton started to get goofy and rubbed the ice on his chest and said,

"Helllo there pretty lady~"

He raised an eyebrow and leaned over to (name), who just rest her head in the palm of her hand and laughed.

"Come on, let's go back upstairs and talk with Nichole, she has some explaining to do. You can just bring that up with you." "Oh, thanks."

(Name) stood up and pushed the stool back under the counter along with Newton, who followed her back upstairs and towards Nichole. When they arrived, Nichole put her focus back onto the two of them. Nichole spoke, " C'mon, let's go over to (name)'s house. We should go check out what's going on."