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The three teens stood in Larry's room, discussing the terrible murder that had happened days before.

"Sanderson and Charley both collected those weird toys. They're nuts over those things," (y/n) stated, remembering the countless fights that she had witnessed between the two.

"Mrs. Sanderson got this super rare one or something. She was telling me about it that day I was fixin' her toilet," Larry said.

"Anyways, I bet you Charley couldn't resist taking it! In fact, I wouldn't be surprised if that's why he offed her in the first place,"

"Now all we need is a plan of action to get some sort of evidence we could show to the police officer," the blue-haired boy said, earning nods of agreement from his peers.

They all thought carefully, trying to come up with a flawless plan that would get everything that they wanted in one foul swoop. (y/n) looked around the room, thinking of ways that they could try and get the proof they needed.

As she thought, the girl felt a pair of eyes watching her. Turning her head to the two, she saw in the corner of her eye Sal quickly turning his head around. Thinking nothing about the action, she went back to thinking, a clap from Larry gaining their attention.

"I got it! You two go in and one of you distracts Charley while the other one tries to find the toy he took after he killed Sanderson," he said.

(y/n) and Sal looked at each other before facing Larry once more.

"That sounds good but I don't think Charley will be that distracted if one of us talks to him. Believe me, that man has a sixth sense when it comes to his ponies, he won't let any of them out of his sight," she told them.

Sal looked down, his eyes looking at his feet as he thought for a moment before looking back up at his friends.

"Wait, Larry, you mentioned about how all the adults can't get enough of Addison's tea, right?" he asked.

Larry and the girl looked at each other before nodding in unison, turning back to face the blue-haired boy.

"Well, what if we distracted him with the tea?"

(y/n)'s (e/c) eyes lit up with admiration for this plan.

"Dude! That's a great plan, we'll go with that," she told them.

Sal sent the girl a smile, even if no one could see it, she still felt it.

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