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We had taken our nap, Tim had left, we had eaten without him, and now, it was just me and Bella. 

I woke up and started cooking, and Timmy woke up a few minutes later helping me cook but then remembered he was supposed to be home for dinner an hour ago, so he left with a quick hug for me and a kiss on the sleeping Bella's forehead. 

Bella had woken up just when I was done cooking, setting the table for the two of us. 

She had looked around for Timmy, and I told her he was using the bathroom when she was about to start crying. 

Bella and I were eating when it started to rain, and we heard some very weird sounds so we had finished our food up in my room. It was 8:30, so I just assumed it was a rush hour outside, but the noises got my senses on red alert. 

I had run up to my room with Bella and the food (obviously) and locked my window and door just in case. 

Now, I was at my desk doing homework and Bella was on my bed playing with the toys I had stashed in my closet for this type of emergency. 

"Timmy?" Bella asked.

I shook my head.

"Timmy's in the bathroom remember?"

"Poop?" she asked.

"Yes. Pooping. It's gonna take him a while so you have to be patient okay?"

"'Kay." 

I went back to writing something on my notes when I hear a faint scratching on my window. 

I nearly have a heart attack.

WHAT WAS THAT SOUND?

PROBABLY A ROBBER. 

RUN, XANA, RUN, SAVE YOUR SOUL! 

I quickly pick up Bella and one of her toys and run to my closet.

There isn't much space in there, but it will work. At least for now. 

We sit squished on the closet floor, hidden behind all my long coats and long clothing. 

"Bella stay quiet okay?" I whisper. 

She nods, fear in her eyes. 

"Timmy?" she whispers. 

"Pooping. He should be back soon." I whisper back. 

We hear a knock against my window glass. 

Oh, we're dead. 

I quietly feel my pockets for my pocketknife and phone so I can call the police and Mom and Dad. 

Great, I left it back at my desk, but at least I have the knife. 

I hear knocking again and I swallow thickly, uncapping the knife.

Bella grabs my arm.

WHAT DO I DO WHAT DO I DO WHAT DO I DO?

WE'RE ALL GONNA DIE LIKE THIS IN THE CLOSET. 

The knocking turns to a pounding, and I stand up and open the closet door. 

My knife is ready to stab as I hear more pounding and I look at the window, where it's coming from. 

BE READY XANA

Right there, sitting on the branches of my tree beside the window, was Timmy, grinning widely when he saw me.  

SERIOUSLY?

I rushed over to open the window and let him in.

"Timothée Hal Chalamet WHAT ON EARTH ARE YOU DOIING HERE?!" I yell as I grab his arm to help him inside.

He's drenched, water dripping from the ends of his hair and sleeves, but he gives me a big grin. 

"I had to come to see you." 

"Why didn't you ring the bell downstairs?" 

"'Cause I knew you'd be upstairs, duh."

I rolled my eyes. 

"You scared the life outta me!"

"I'm sorry," he says still grinning, arms open wide and walking towards me, enveloping me in a cold, wet hug. 

I hear Bella come out of the closet. 

"Timmy?" she whispers.

"He's right here. Come on," I say.

She smiles a big smile when she sees Timmy.

"Timmy!" she cries, going over to him as he lets go of me to pick her up and hug her with one arm, the other arm around me. 

"I missed you!" Timmy says as he pats her hair. 

"Poop done?" she asks.

Timmy looks over at me and I try to hold in my laughter. 

"I told her you were pooping when you left for dinner," I say, trying to keep a straight face. 

Timmy groans. "I hate you."

I grin. "I hate you too, dude,"

"Yes, Bella. I'm done pooping," he tells her with a sigh and lets us go. 

Bella goes to bring her toys from the closet, and I give Timmy my blanket to wear. 

"I missed you guys," he says quietly, the blanket tightly wrapped around him, watching Bella with a smile.

"I missed you too," I say smiling. 

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THIS IS A TINY CHAPTER BUT WHATEVA 

DID YALL SEE THAT TIMMY WAS SPOTTED IN NYC AND HE SAT NEXT TO A GIRL WHILE SHE WAS GETTING COFFEE

STRAIGHT OUTTA A WATTPAD BOOK

I BET HE ASKED FOR HER NUMBER AND I BET THIER FRIENDS NOW AND THE LOVE STORY BEGINS

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anyways bye bitches remember to vote and comment or I won't hope u meet timmy ill only hope for myself HEH