Chapter 11 and 12

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Wow look who's back. Me if that wasn't obvious anyways I hope to update one around Christmas but this may be it I'll try. On we go.

Matthew didn't want to come to the library today and told us not to tell Diana he was back. I dressed in fresh clothes quickly,

 I dressed in fresh clothes quickly,

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And packed my laptop up. Maman drove us to the library where we waited for Diana.

She sat down and opened her laptop. Around 10:30 Peter Knox walked in and sat on the opposite side of the room from us and Diana. "Tell me the witch didn't just take a seat down there." Maman growls.
"He did and he keeps staring at my back while I work." Diana sighs.
"I wish carrying around a sword was still normal or that I was larger." I grumble.
I believe that it would take more than the size of you or a sword to deter that creature." Diana puts her hand over mine.

Matthew comes right into the Selden end without any warning. Diana gripped the table and turn to see Matthew, her heart rate increased. Except Matthew wasn't staring at Diana he was staring at Peter Knox. "Matthew." Diana stands. He finally looked at her and walked to her side, "So there was excitement while I was gone was there?"
"Nothing we couldn't handle" she gives him a soft smile. "Can the conversation wait till the end of the day?" Matthew asks her he touches a bump under his chest.

I know that bump, it's Lazarus coffin. He likes Diana. I completely tune out there conversation and head back to my work. Matthew and Maman stood up and I kept working "We are just going ti be around the library. You good?" She whispers in my ear. I nod and she leaves. I smile at Diana and look back at my laptop. Soon Diana hit up for lunched and I followed her. I waved at Maman and Matthew as we walked out.

"Why is there always someone with me?" Diana asks. I shrug my shoulders "Matthew wants what he wants and he gets what he gets." She hums and we walk to Blackwell's. "You sure drink a lot of tea." I tell her as she eats. She nods her head "I've never really liked coffee so I get my caffeine from somewhere else."
"What is it with warmbloods and caffeine?" I ask. "Um it's pretty much just the addiction part of it."

I nod my head as she finished her lunch and we head back to the library. She finishes her work and starts to pack up. My phone buzzes quietly in my pocket,

Jack
Hey.
Hi what's up?
Jack
I was wondering if you
wanted to grab dinner tomorrow.

                                                  I would love that.
Jack
Great I'll text you the details.

                                               Cool. See you soon.

I put my phone away and pack up my laptop. Diana leaves and I hop into Maman's and I's car. We drive back to my lab and I sit at my desk still staring at the blank word document. "Still nothing." Marcus stands in my doorway, "Can't imagine it be that hard to think of one idea."

"Really," I scoff "It's not just one idea you have to dream up characters you have to find a genre and then tropes and more characters and a plot." I grumble and smack my head into ten desk. "Hey easy there. You'll hurt the desk." He jokes. I chuck a pencil at him. "I can't write anything. Why is this so hard." I mumble into the table.

"You want to help me extract DNA from a 1870s witches bone marrow?" He asks,
"No I just want to figure out a story and write it." I cry. Marcus comes to rub my back. "How about a story about cops like Brooklyn 99." He suggests. I think about it. "Yes! A murder mystery where there are two fbi agents that have to find this serial killer and arrest him before he murders super fun side character. Marcus thank you so much." I hug him and grab a notepad and a pen.

"No problem I guess." He leaves. I start planning out my characters super focused for two hours. Maman brings me up a glass of wine. I'm about to start a rough draft when I get a text,

Jack
Hey, I think we should
do an activity instead.
          
                                Sure what do you want to do?
Jack
I was thinking something
ridiculous like Laser Tag.

                                             Yes! I love Laser Tag.
Jack
Great. Tomorrow at 6:00.
Laser Tag Plaza.

                                                 Okay see you then.
Jack
Bye.
                                                                         Bye

I smile at my phone and do a spin in my chair. I sit at my laptop all night writing the story and editing. I was only halfway through when Marcus comes in with a bottle of wine, "It's Brooklyn 99 time!" He raises the bottle at me. I laugh "You're such a dork. Let me go change into something more comfy and I'll be right with you.

I front flipped on to my couch and sat beside Marcus

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I front flipped on to my couch and sat beside Marcus. He turned on the tv, opened Netflix to play Brooklyn 99. I poured myself a glass of wine. We sat in my couch for a couple of hours and watched Jake Peralta and Raymond Holt argue. I checked the time. "I have to start getting ready soon I guess." I take a sip of wine we already went through three bottles.

"What do you have to do?" Marcus asks.
"I have another date to get ready for." I smile giddily. "Same guy?" He asks. I nod.
"We get to play Laser Tag tonight."
"Really Laser Tag? I mean I guess your still kind of in your teens." He shrugs and shuts off the T.V. "Actually it's an adult only night." I smile. "Hey, no crushing human dreams of winning." He jokes I laugh.

"They will die tonight. I am a Laser Tag Champion!" I stick my arms up. He bows jokingly. We make eye contact and just burst out laughing. "I hope your date goes well Lizzy." He ruffles my hair and leaves. I stuck my tongue out at him and try to flatten my hair. I stand up and go get ready for my date.

Yo I finished. I hope to get you one by Christmas. Also I'm wondering if I should write another story on here with Elizabeth as the author. Tell me your thoughts if you want to. And point out any mistakes. And Bite if you like it, Anyways toodles.

-Aubs.

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