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Hᴀᴡᴋɪɴs, Iɴᴅɪᴀɴᴀ. 𝟏𝟗𝟖𝟑
— "NOT TO BE IMPOLITE, and disrespectful, but who is this girl, and what is going on ?" i asked watching the slightly dressed almost bald scared girl sitting in front of me, trembling in cold due to the meteorological conditions she was under, with the poor choice of clothes she wore.
she only had mike's jacket on her shoulders, to keep her a minimum warm, in addition to her yellow t-shirt and shorts— limit panties.
"hi to you too, Miranda." Mike rolled his eyes sarcastically.
"i saw y'all this morning." i shrugged. "but hi to you, Mikey." i sarcastically smiled at the boy.
i'm sorry, but this is not the code red, the urgency, i was thinking about, when i was riding my bike to mike's house, our rendezvous point. fighting for my life, under that pouring rain. and descending the stairs to mike basement, i didn't expect a wet girl from head to toes, who can't— or won't talk.
i shouldn't criticize.. maybe she has autism¿
"but have you asked her where are her parents, decents clothes, did she ran away— oh my God !" i shook my head, as her eyes fell on me. "these boys have no manners." i shook my head. "mike get that girl some proper and warmer clothes !" i said through my gritted teeth at the boy who rushed to take some,"okay, we're going to try our best this whole situation is.. kinda awkward." i tightly smiled.
"we did ask her some questions, but she's freaking me out by not answering !" lucas exclaimed while pointing the girl, and dustin elbowed him. "i told you she's collaborating with the aliens who took will." he said and i rolled my eyes.
"she's collaborating with the alien who took will."
"ha-ha. very funny lucas." dustin deadpanned my twin who was mocking him, and they started bickering behind me. i didn't mind them. since i was watching the girl intently and her 011 tatoo in her arm. "is that.." i mumbled, about to touch it, but she quickly took my arm. "what the.." i frowned, as she shook her head no. "sensitive subject ?" i asked, she nodded, yes. "is it real ?" she didn't answer. yes.
mhm.. i took her hand in a gentle manner. the thunder rumbled, making her close her eyes in fear and tightening her grip on my hand, "it's okay." i tried to reassure her.
mike arrived with clothes in his hand. "here, these are clean okay ?" she let go of my hand to take the clothes, and under our curious eyes, she wiped the water off her face. she stood up and the boys exclaimed themselves and covered their eyes, "no, no, no !" when the girl was about to undress before their eyes.
