"What the hell do you mean that you're the reason they died?!" Spencer was furious with Noah.
"I'm sorry. I was on a mission, and I didn't know it was your parent's plane. I thought it was the one I was looking for," Noah said to him as he paced back and forth.
"What the hell do you mean you were on a 'mission'?! What the fuck are you?! A secrete agent?!"
"Well, uh...yes. I was put on a secrete mission to kill a high end drug dealer, and I mistook your parents plane for his. I'm sorry, Spencer." He walked to the door, and pointed his finger out the door.
"Out. Now. We are no longer friends, and you are dead to me. Leave."
"Dude. You're being a bit over dramatic."
"No I'm not. Not at all. You are responsible for my parents death. I can never forgive you for that. Just leave. Now!" Noah leaves, and Spencer is flaming. He goes into the kitchen, and comes out with some tequila. "God! Ugh!" Spencer is furious, and I can't do anything about it. He chugs a whole bottle of tequila, and then some lime juice as a chaser. All of a sudden, something breaks the window, and the last thing I see is Spencer falling on the floor. Next thing I know, I black out too.
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The Way Things Are
Teen FictionBecky and her brother live with their father. Their mother left them at a young age. Becky has been lied to her whole life, and doesn't know reality from fantasy anymore. She has no idea what her father actually does, but she knows that her brother...
