48 Hours

Chapter Two: Giggle Fests, And Exes

Chapter Two: Giggle Fests, And Exes

12:42 p.m. Friday, August 8th

"Okay, I'm officially scared." I said. Riley was pacing back and forth and I was sitting on her white leather couch, worrying my butt off. The letter said forty eight hours? Forty eight hours until what? We get ourselves killed off? Yeah, no.

"I reached that point about thirty minutes ago when Officer Doubty stood on my front porch." Riley murmured, tugging at her hair.

I sighed and looked down at the now well creased note. We had cleaned up the glass shortly after the rock came flying through her kitchen window, and then found ourselves in the living room with the briefcase by our side. Riley's mom would be home soon, and we had both decided it would be best not to drag her into this.

"No need to get snippy. I was just stating a fact." I said, raising my hands in surrender. Riley rolled her eyes before flopping face first onto the floor and screaming into the carpet.

After about thirty seconds she finally quit and I raised an eyebrow.

"Are you done?" I asked. She rolled over so that she faced the ceiling, her loose fitting silk-see through shirt now wrinkled slightly.

"Not even close. But I don't feel like exhausting my vocal cords." She said. I nodded before folding up my legs under me on the couch.

"What do we do, Riley?" I asked. She leaned up on her elbows, looking me in the eye as her blonde hair fell to the floor.

"I have no idea, Paisley." She fell back to the floor and we both began brainstorming.

Suddenly, Riley began to giggle. And those giggles fell into full blown guffaws, as she rolled around on the carpeted floor, laughing loudly. I raised an eyebrow, worried that my best friend had finally lost her sanity.

"Um, Riles?" She laughed and then rolled over onto her stomach. Hitting the floor with her fist. Don't be fooled, this isn't out of hilarity or amusement. Nope, this was anxiety laughter. Along with a tinge of fear and worry.  My best friend is not crazy, I promise.

"Riles?" I asked again, hoping that this time she would answer me. But no, she continued on having her own little panic attack.

I sighed and leaned against the arm of the couch and waited for her to ride her laughter out. When she had finally calmed down, I asked "Are you okay, now?"

"Nope. No where close to being okay." Giggle" But," Giggle "I'm this close" She held up her fingers to indicate how much, Giggle " To cracking." Giggle. "The stress is beginning to be too much." She giggled once more and then relaxed, the smile falling from her face faster than it came.

"Pais, we have to tell someone." Riley said. I immediately shook my head no.

"No way. If we bring anyone into this, then they'll be in just as much trouble as we are. Maybe even more for helping!" I said. Riley sighed before sitting upright.

"Then we get someone who doesn't mind being in trouble." She gave me a knowing smile and I got a little scared.

"Just what are you planning?" I asked.

1:25 p.m. Friday, August 8th

"No! No way in Hell!" I furiously shook my head as Steven pushed his way into the house. I crossed my arms and glared.

Here's a quick run down. Steven, who is actually eighteen and a senior that goes to our school, was my boyfriend last year for about two weeks. He broke it off because I didn't put out, but I also wanted to break it off because he was detained overnight three times within those two weeks.