Playing With Fire

It's Like Where's Waldo, But Different

AN: Hey guys! There's a picture of Callie (Blake Lively) for all of you to see. I tried to update this quickly considering the last chapter ended on a little bit of a cliffhanger. However, that didn't really happen, so I'm sorry! PWF officially has 1K views! I know that's nothing compared to a lot of other stories on here, but it's a pretty big deal to me, so I just wanted to thank all of you that are reading this. You're the best! So yeah, please comment, vote, and share!

"You what?" I asked.

"I can't believe I said that. Oh my god, please don't tell anybody," Dillon begged, looking up at me. His blue eyes were filled with more emotions than I had ever seen in his eyes before, but panic was the most prominent one.

"Hey, there you guys are," Callie says, making both of us jump.

"Jesus Callie, I didn't even know you were out here," I complained, jumping to my feet.

"Yeah, I tend to sneak up on people. Sorry. Listen, after you walked out everyone in the shed kind of exploded. Lorenzo and I are still dealing with it, and we both think it would probably be best if you just take Dillon over to my house. Try to sober him up a bit, make him take a shower, whatever. Just keep him away from here," she instructs.

"I don't have keys to your house," I point out, but Callie just rolls her eyes.

"The back door is unlocked, just like it almost always is," she says, and I could just hear the "duh" at the end of that sentence. I couldn't help but smile a little bit at the fact that we were close enough that I should know that. Callie walked back over to the shed, mumbling under her breath the whole way, and I turned to Dillon.

"Alright, up you go," I say, helping him stand up and grabbing him to make sure he kept his balance. I hadn't noticed it in the shed, but now it was obvious that he was completely smashed.

"Where are we going?" Dillon asked, his words slurring together.

"Just a few houses down the block," I murmured, leading him out of the gate at the side or Lorenzo's yard and down to the sidewalk. It was a good thing Callie only lived a few houses away because Dillon was leaning on me quite a bit and I wasn't sure I could have supported him for much longer. We ended up having to hop Callie's fence to get into her backyard because I couldn't find a gate. Luckily, both of us made it over safely and all I had to do was lead Dillon into the house and over to her couch.

"Blaire," he whined when I started to walk away, and I heard him start to get up.

"Stay," I commanded, whirling around to give him a stern look. He pouted but did as he was told and I walked into the kitchen to make some coffee. "God, I'm way too drunk to be playing the sober one," I muttered after I spilled coffee grounds all over Callie's counter. As I attempted to make coffee, I couldn't help but wonder if I should ask Dillon about what he had said right before Callie walked up. I decided against it, knowing that he would be able to give me a more solid answer sober than he would now.

When I finally walked into the living room with two mugs of coffee, Dillon was already passed out. I sighed, walked over to make sure that he was on his side, and then went to find some blankets and pillows. I covered Dillon before making my own makeshift bed on the floor where I could keep an eye on him. I felt myself drifting off about an hour later, and my last thought before falling asleep was "where the hell is Callie?"

*****

"Blaire! Wake up! Blaire!" I groan as someone shakes me furiously while yelling my name.

"Go away," I growl. I don't know what time it is, all I know is that it's too damn early to be waking up.

"Blaire, you have to get up." This time, I recognize the voice as Callie's, but I still don't respond in any way besides flailing one arm around in a desperate attempt to hit her enough to get her to let me sleep. Unfortunately, Callie isn't really an alarm clock, so all hitting her does is make her shake me even more. Finally I sit up, shooting her the dirtiest look I could muster before finding my phone to check the time.

"Callie, it's five in the fucking morning, why the hell am I awake?" I screech once I see the time.

"Where did you put Dillon?" she asks instead of answering my own question.

"What?"

"Where...did...you...put...Dillon?"

"He's on the couch," I mumble, pointing a finger at the couch where he was. Well, where he should be. Instead of my passed out boyfriend, the couch had a folded blanket on it. "God dammit," I sigh, immediately going to call him.

"It's no use, he's not picking up," Callie warns me. Sure enough, it goes to voicemail after two rings; he was blatantly ignoring me. "His car isn't at Lorenzo's anymore either," she adds as I throw my phone at the couch in annoyance.

"What the actual fuck," is all I can say.

"Look, he pulls this disappearing act all the time. It's nothing new," Callie says, although her voice isn't anywhere near as calm as it should be.

"Then why were you freaked out enough to wake me up?" I ask, and she gulps.

"It's nothing. Well, not nothing. It's just last time this happened was right before Lacie turned up dead." For about thirty seconds, the room is silent. I'm pretty sure Callie was waiting for my response.

"He didn't do it, Callie," I murmur after a few seconds, unsure of myself. I've only known these people for about a week. Why the hell should I believe anything any of them says?

"I know," she whispers back. I look at her in surprise and notice that she's starting to tear up. "I know, because I know who did it." My jaw drops, but before either of us can say anything else her phone rings. She answers it immediately, listens to the person on the other end for and few seconds, and then puts it on speaker.

"Blaire?" I hear Lorenzo's voice come through the phone as Callie sets the phone down and walks over to her tv.

"Yeah, it's me. What's up? Did you find him?" I answer, leaning towards the phone.

"Not exactly. I mean, I do know where he is, but.." Lorenzo trails off, his voice being replaced by a newscaster's.

"After a year of investigation, police have finally arrested the suspect that they believe is responsible for the murder of the young, teenage girl, Lacie Lawson. After searching his house and finding Lacie's phone and wallet under the floorboards of his room, police arrested Dillon Hoffman, and are already prepared to take the case to court."