"Hey...are you guys okay in here?" After a few minutes in the kitchen making coffee, Cooper had poked his head back in the room. "I heard yelling and something that sounded like a growl."
They hesitated for a minute before Matt said, "I thought Andy had hid my cigarettes. But they were in my pocket."
"So you flipped on him like a maniac?"
"I needed a smoke, like really bad," said Matt, trying his best to look frantic and strained. "I couldn't find them. And his whole straight edge lifestyle bullshit made me think he had hidden them 'for my health'."
"Well they are bad for you," Andy jumped in. That's when Cooper started to buy it.
"Do you honestly think I care how bad they are for me?" Matt asked, putting on a believable façade of being pissed off. "I don't see the issue. If it's how I wanna live my life, I'll do it that way."
"Okay, guys. Enough!" Cooper yelled. "I swear, you guys never run out of things to argue about."
Just then, it started pouring out. It had been raining before, but nothing like this. They could hear it pounding on the roof, every drop another tiny bomb tearing away at the roof. It came down in icy sheets, drenching anything in its reaches.
They saw a flash of lightning that lit up the sky for a split second, followed by the crackling boom of thunder. Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.
The knock was slow, patient. But also very loud and powerful. None of them had any idea to who it could be. It was a few minutes before they actually spoke again.
"We need to check who it is. What if it's someone important like Kathy or Sid?" Andy whispered to the other two.
"Dude, it's probably one of your robber's buddies," Matt said quietly, visibly shaking in fear. "And I honestly don't like the chances of you versus a hardened criminal."
"I'll take my chances," Andy snapped back, a very menacing look in his deep blue eyes.
Cooper raised his eyebrows. "What happened to fighting is pointless?" Andy just rolled his eyes and shook his head.
He walked over to the door and glanced out the window. All he could see was a relatively small figure dressed in all black with their hood up. He couldn't even tell the gender by a glance. Cautiously, he unlocked the door and slowly pulled it open.
After opening the wooden door so that the only thing standing between Andy and the figure was glass and a thin screen to keep bugs out in the summer.
The figure reached their small, delicate out to the handle of the screen door and pulled it open. It was almost like they were struggling.
Slowly but surely, the stranger walked in and removed her hood. She was tiny and delicate-looking. Her face was fair and smooth, cream beige in color, with wide amber eyes, a little pixie nose, and surprisingly pink, voluptuous lips. Her hair was waist-length, bleach blonde, and cut into very precise layers. Going down slong the right side of her face was a very distinct streak of midnight blue. She was so diminutive in stature that she had to tilt her head almost directly up to look at Andy.
She reminded him of a fancy porcelain doll-small, delicate, and beautiful yet so easily broken that they were never picked up. She looked as if she was about fifteen.
Lost in thought, he almost panicked when he felt a small tugging at his hand.
Slightly startled, he glanced around the room and finally down to his hand. He saw the mysterious girl's daintly little fingers laying on top of his long, large hand. He stared at it for a minute or so, until the girl finally spoke.
