Sewing Scissors

Opal

"Hey you." I put my arm around her waist and kissed her. She punched me, and then laughed. We walked in to the room, holding hands.

"Ew. Its Opal. What are you doing here, flats?" MJ rolled his eyes, in a flirty way.

"I iron my shirt one time in front of him. One time!" She muttered under her breath, and kicked his beanbag.

"Stop hitting on my girlfriend, moron." I flopped down on the couch, and she sat politely next to me. I put my head in her lap, and she started to play with my messy brown hair. She had white blonde hair, that went all the way down to her lower back, right above her butt. She had bright blue eyes, and long pretty eyelashes that made you think she was wearing eyeliner. She was short, and smart too. She was just the type of person that you like to hang around. When I asked her out, I was surprised she said yes. I was a jock, and she was perfect. I was a brunette, with brown eyes, and tan skin. I was a foot taller than her, and I could lift her above my head with considerable ease. But it worked.

Now, MJ was a totally different story. He had black hair, and dark caramel skin. His hair was curly, and it was always picked in a way that made it stand up like a table. Really, you could put a ping pong ball on his head, and it wouldn't move. At all. He was tall, 6 foot 2 at least, and had an attitude to match his size.

"Alright, lovebirds, get a room." He threw popcorn at my face, and laughed. I got up, and kicked the beanbag he was lounging on. He grabbed my leg, and we ended up wrestling on the floor, banging each other's heads in with pillows.

After beating each other senseless, I stood up. Opal was rolling around on the couch laughing,  and MJ was still throwing pillows at the back of my head. I laughed, and turned towards the sliding glass doors on the wall opposite the TV. Then I started to scream.

Pictures were drawn all over the glass, drawn in a dark crimson color.

"Oh my god, what is that!?" Opal started to gag and MJ jumped up and ran to the window.

"I'm going to find out who did this. Stay here, take care of Opal." MJ walked over to the door.

"Don't go! Don't go. You have no idea what did that. Please just stay," I started shouting, my knees shaking. He walked out, ignoring my pleas. He got about five or six feet out the door. And then he dropped dead. In front of him, it was holding its favorite scissors. And now, MJ, my best friend since I was four, had his blood dripping from the same scissors that haunted me in my dreams.

This isn't the end yet, but, we ARE actually getting close. I will let you know the results after the competition is over, and you can check out the other stories on IcarusNinja23 and TLDmeetsPMK. Comment and say whatever you want, and enjoy!

-IsaGoldfish