In An Instant

What Was That?

    I had taken another shower. I was standing in front of my mirror. I smiled and felt my warm cotton emoji pajamas against my skin. I looked at my bed longingly. It looked like one of those beds where you jump in it and sink into it. What are you waiting for? I smiled and silently started singing Love Me Like You Do while un-doing the neatly made bed. I stepped into it. I grinned. So it was one of those beds. I got up and jumped into it. I sighed. I've slept in a lot of beds in my life, but this was... awesome. I reached for my phone, which was on the nightstand next to the bed. 30 minutes later, I was in a deep sleep.
---Sometime Later...---
  The crashing was what woke me up. I sat straight up in bed. Once I realized I was awake, I sighed, rubbed my eyes and stretched. Aww man. That was a really good dream. That night, I had another one of those childhood re-played memories. This time, it was about Jason. Jason was one of my many crushes. Although I never talked to him, I was always spying on him whenever he was at my house. Yeah, I know. He comes to my house. But he didn't come for me of course, although that would've been funny 'cuz at the time I was 9. He would come for my older brother, Peyton. Who was at the time 13, the same age as Jason. At first I didn't hear anything. But then I heard moaning. Then yelling. Then screaming. Oh dear god please don't let it be what I think it is. I silently prayed. I took a deep breath, grabbed my flashlight and my pocketknife (which I slipped into my pant pocket), flicked on the flashlight and made my way to the door. Quietly as I could, I made my way down the stairs, flashlight in one hand, pocketknife in the other. I made it to the kitchen and aimed the beam of light on the floor. There were broken pieces of the plate I think that crashed on the floor. "Riley?" said a deep voice. I gasped and slowly aimed the flashlight at the figure. As it slowly moved up, I could see that the person was in it's slippers and robe. It's body was kind of curvy... I made it up to the face... " Thomas?" I said. "What's going on?" I could see his face...had he been crying? "Please get the light out of my face," he said squinting. I flicked on the light switch and turned off my flashlight.
"What's going on?" I asked. I glanced at the floor. It was filled with glass, plate shards, and some sort of sandwich...
"I was getting... *sniff* ... a sandwich... *sniff* ... and... THE STUPID RACCOON CAME AND TRIED TO STEAL MY SANDWICH!" he curled up on the ground and started sobbing. I rolled my eyes and walked over to him. I sat on the ground next to him. I slowly took a deep breath, not letting my anger get the best of me.
"First let's find the raccoon and then we'll worry about your sandwich, ok?" he looked at me and smiled.
"Ok. Let's find that raccoon." We got up and started looking around. Half an hour came along and we haven't found anything. We decided to make a trap using some of the sandwich and put it in a shoebox. We waited, sitting at the table, never letting our eyes off the shoebox. A few minutes later the raccoon came, laying in the box. I closed it up and walked to the front door. I opened the door and dumped (oops) out the raccoon. I threw away the shoebox and went to go see Tomas.
"Ok night." he said and went outside. I wished him a good night and glanced at the clock it read: 2:30. I cleaned up the mess, turned off the lights and went upstairs.
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Thump, thump, thump. Creak, creak, creak. *Moaning*. I woke up glanced at the clock and almost cried. 3:30. Must be Thomas again. I went downstairs. It looked the same when I left. Creak, creak, creak. It was coming from upstairs. I frowned. What the... I went up the stairs and opened all of the doors.. except for Peter's....
I put my ear on the door, listening. Moans. Creak. Moans. I sighed. And almost cried. I really liked this guy. I thought that he liked me back (can anyone else relate? ☹️😔). I knocked in the door. Nothing. Nothing stopped, no one said anything. Nothing. I knocked again, this time harder. Nothing. Ok, now I was mad. I counted to three and barged in.
"PETER!" I screamed. He looked up. He was reading his book, on his bed with the covers over him with the tv on.
"Yeah?" I didn't say anything.
"I just... I just um...yeah." He closed his book and smiled.
"Couldn't sleep?"
I swallowed. "Yeah,"
"There's a tv in your room. It's hidden, across from your bed. There's also books." He smiled. The weirdest part was that he was moving, he looked A LOT bigger and he hates going to sleep really really late. Funny. He's always on his phone and its 3:45 in the morning and he's reading?! I wanted to get out.
   "Night" I said and left.
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A/N Haha this was incredibly short.
Next update: Next couple of days.
Published: 12/1/15
Published: 11/26/15
Edited: 1/7/16
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A/N
Hi guys!
Sorry this book thing whatever you wanna call it is going through some major editing and I'm sorry if I'm spamming you are annoying you or something like that. <3