Joe stared at the house from across the street, this home was squashed next to several others. It seemed like a family type of street, of course Evan lived there, it was.. so him. It was a lot busier, families, kids, so it made it hard for Joe to figure out how to get into Evans room without being spotted. He needed somthing, Evan was a smart guy, he was sure, even a usb. He wanted to know what Evan was hiding. The only problem was the guard dog, Marco. Joe assumed he stayed at home more than he worked, but, joe was crafty, he could get in and out without being spotted? Right.
Joe jogged across the road, fixing the worn down red cap on his head before quickly running into the overgrown backyard, Evans bedroom didn't have a window, so he'd try the next. Which thankfully was open.
'People should really start locking there windows..'
he slid the window across jumping through it and ultimately crashing onto the carpeted floor quite loudly, "shit!" He whispered, watching the door, luckily the game seemed to be on, and it was on pretty loud. He let out a quiet breath, picking himself up and carefully opening the bedroom door, he assumed this was Marcos room. Given the king sized bed, and game posters. He peered out into the living room, low and behold, Marco sat, his back to Joe.
Joe hyped himself up quietly before sliding out the door, pushing himself up against the wall as he quietly pushed himself to the front of Evans room, feeling for the doorknob, joe sighed in relief when his hand clutched it, pulling it open and sliding in. Letting out a sigh of relief when he was no longer in sights view. Joe looked around, it was the same from when they'd left it last, moving to his bedside drawer to start digging, socks.. cords... rubbish... usb.
Joe let out a happy sigh, "yes!" All this sneaking around was worth it.. thanks to that asshole Ron he didn't have the original laptop, but a usb labelled Ella, was even better.
Joe shoved the usb in his pocket, carefully, Before hearing a ding in his pocket, Joe pulled his phone out, it was a text from Ethan,
"Hey, Ella's waiting for you here, she went to grab a book from the basement.. sorry about the laptop.. again,"
Joe was going to ignore the text until his mind tingled on a certain word.
'Did- did he say basement..'
Joes eyes widened, 'no- no shit!' He started to panic slightly, going straight for the door, clutching the doorknob and sneaking it open. Marco was still there, eating, Joe sighed, picking up the pace a little as he snuck back into Marcos room.
Marco turned his head at the house, "the fuck was that?" He questioned, blinking, "Evan?"
Joe knew he had to be quick, jumping back out the window and sprinting for Mooneys. There were knives down there, his.. boxes, Becks box, Candace's box, peach, Benji- a million thoughts ran through his mind.
'Shit!shit!shit!shit'
Mainly the one, he tried to ignore the burning in his chest as he jumped the fence, going through the back alley, the staircase outside leading down to the basement. He pulled open the heavy metal doors, jogging down the stairs and to his relief finding the room empty, he his loud breathing filled the room as he leant over to catch his breath, running to the back lockers and fiddling with the keys to open it, he let out a sigh of relief, they were all still there, he had to move them- he pulled out Ella's box,
Everything was there, the pictures, the clothes, the teeth.
Joe never felt so relieved, putting it carefully back in its spot before he shut the locker, eyeing the rest of the room. There's no way she could have seen anything... found anything, Joe was so careful.
He ran back out the alley way, locking the doors up before smoothing back his extra fluffed up hair from running. Fixing his sweater and casually coming in the front entrance, grabbing his apron as he always did. He pretended not to notice the woman in the corner, he could let her be suspicious of him. "Hey Ethan, sorry.. the post Office was backed up today," he sighed, acting like he'd just spotted Ella, "hey you," he pointed out, waltzing over to her, "I-I heard what happened with Ethan and the laptop, I'm so sorry, I thought he would be reliable," Joe sighed. Peering at Ethan.
"But.. I was thinking," he smirked, "come over tonight, I can cook a mean.. Indian takeout," he joked, shoving a hand in his pocket.
