"Thank you for letting us stay with you." Avery said as we walked back to our apartment.
"You're welcome. I don't want to be alone either, trust me." I opened the door and let them in.
"Nothing feels safe anymore." Aiden said when we all sat down.
"Isn't it all over, though?" Avery tried to be hopeful.
"No," I replied. "Amaya."
"What?" Aiden was confused.
"Oh, God," Avery groaned. "What do we do?"
"Call the police?" Aiden suggested.
"Then what?" I said. "Do we just lie to them?"
"We could."
"What would we say?"
"I don't know."
"Then think of something!"
"I have an idea!" Avery broke in. The room fell silent, deathly silent. We both looked at her, awaiting an answer. "We were out, at Tilly's, we came back, she was dead."
"It's not a bad idea." Aiden said.
"No, it's not, but can't those professionals tell how long someone's been dead for?" I questioned.
"Why did we even bother burying Scarlet? Haven't we just made this worse for ourselves?"
"She's right," Aiden agreed. "Technically it was self-defence."
"But what if they did lock me up for killing her anyway? Plus I don't fancy explaining everything that's happened over the past few years to the police; it's not like we've been complete angels."
"That's a good point."
"So what do we do then?"
"I'm out of ideas." I shrugged.
"We're giving her a proper funeral. That's non-negotiable." Avery's tone was firm.
"Wait: Avery, your plan works. We just have to make up a place to be before we went to Tilly's because they can only provide proof for the time that we were actually there, and we can just say we were at yours picking you up, since that's technically where we were."
"And here I was thinking you were just a model with no real sense."
"Hey, only I can talk to my brother like that! I'm kidding, say what you want."
We sat laughing for a few moments, but it wasn't long before we had to get this over and done with.
"Thank you for calling us. We're sorry for your loss and this is something we'll look into." The officer nodded and smiled before turning away, returning to his car. Aiden, Avery and I were all huddled together in the bitter evening air. We didn't need to talk; our eyes said everything that needed to be said. The moon shone gently in the dark, cloudy sky and yellow street lights lit the street, making it appear rather ominous. "Can we go back inside now?" Avery mumbled, resting her head on Aiden's shoulder.
"Of course. Shall I put the kettle on?"
"Yes please." They said together.
This was one, weird day.
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Teen Fiction⚠️THIRD BOOK IN SERIES⚠️ Years have passed since we last heard from our favourite group of teens; it's been so long that now, they're all grown up. The incident with Joker was far from the last creep they've had to deal with, but last year, there wa...
