One Last Kiss

|Chapter 17|

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A doorbell woke me up the next morning. At first I thought my parents would get it until I realized they probably went out to breakfast. I lazily roll out of bed and drag my feet across the carpeted floor. I rub my sleep, hazy eyes and ran my fingers through my hair. Whoever was at the front door was getting more impatient by the minute. Whoever it was, I was more than happy to shoot. The person kept ringing the doorbell, not letting up one second. In fact, the person sped up their pace on the doorbell franticly.

          When I finally got to the front door, I swung it open and glared at whoever the person was. “What do you want?” I yelled as I was opening the door. I wanted to take it back once I saw a scared faced little boy. “I-I’m so sorry! I’m tired and you woke me up! I didn’t mean to yell,” I said desperately, trying to calm down the little boy. I take back what I said early, I do not want to shot the person at my door. I don’t condone child, spouse, or pet abuse.

          I got down on my knees so I was eyelevel, or almost, eyelevel with the kid. He still looked slightly frightened so I put on a friendly smiled and said, “Why were you ringing the doorbell at this hour?” I didn’t know what hour it was, but I have a feeling it was only around nine in the morning. That isn’t a bad time, in fact we have a rule in our home—no one calls before nine. This kid was delivering something by the large box of something in his arms.

          “A friend of yours told me to give you this,” the boy said, lifting his arms and shoving the box into my hands. “Please don’t kill me. Stranger danger! I told Derek!”

          “Derek Holt sent you?” I questioned.

          The kid stopped talking and looked at me wide eyed. He clamped his two lips together and shook his head. This kid was so adorable!

          “Now,” I started saying. “If you tell me who sent you, I’ll give you a cookie.”

          The boy bit his lip, thinking about my proposition. He started swaying side to side, looking at me innocently. “Okay,” he drew out the word. “Show me the cookie first.”

          I was about to stand up when I saw a figure come onto the walkway up to the front door. The boy looked behind him and I looked up to see Derek standing there. “Toby!” Derek exclaimed, but not in a rude way. “What happened to stranger danger?”

          Toby turned all the way around so his back was to me. He pointed a finger up at Derek, “Listen here dude. You wanted me to deliver her a gift, I did that! She offered me a cookie to tell you who sent her the gift—so what?! She was going to find out anyway when she opens the gift! Plus, she looks nice so all I wanted was a cookie!”

          Derek glared down at Toby, “You were going to sell me out!”