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The wind rushed through my hair, blowing it around my face as we sped down the streets. The road was lit up by porch lights and was completely empty. Soon, we drove into darkness, our headlights illuminating the way into the country roads.

I laughed and so did Mom, because it was 1 in the morning and I'm pretty sure I'm drunk and she's slightly intoxicated. But we didn't care, we had the music up so loud I couldn't hear myself think and we were going 80 miles an hour and nothing could stop us. We were invincible.

"If we crash and I die, you can have that one blue blouse you always steal from me!" My mom screamed over the music. I burst out into a fit of giggles.

"You mean this one?" I laughed, tugging on the shirt I was wearing. Mom's eyes widened in fake surprise.

"Scarlett! You never asked to borrow that!" She yelled, a huge grin on her face. She kept looking at me and smiling, her eyes off of the road for a few seconds. But a few seconds was enough time for her to swerve into an innocent stop sign. We slammed into it, the drivers side getting most of the impact, with a deafening crunch.

"Oh, shit." My mom giggled.

The car started to make a loud beeping noise, almost like an alarm clock-

"Wakey, wakey, sunshine." Poppy purred. I cracked my eyes open and saw only orange.

"Ugh, get your hair out of my face, Pops" I grumbled, rolling over and burying my head into the pillow. Poppy giggled and then pulled my duvet off of me, causing goose bumps to pop up all over my pale, bare legs.

"Fuck! Why the hell did you do that? It's like 10 degrees in here!" I screamed, shooting up and wrapping my arms around my knees. Poppy rolled her eyes.

"It's one pm, you idiot. Mom's making lunch." Poppy ruffled my hair and got off the bed. "Also you know you wouldn't have gotten up if I hadn't done that."

I groaned but I knew she was right. I would have stayed under the covers all day if I could, reliving the memories I had with my mom, that only seemed to come to me when I was asleep. That particular memory was one of my favorites. I had thought we were going 80, but had actually only been going 30 and when we crashed into the stop sign, it barely frazzled us. Mom and I had laughed for ages in our tipsy state and then driven home with a brand new dent in her little Prius.

I smiled at the dream and slipped on a pair of sweat pants and a hoodie before heading downstairs to Poppy's kitchen. I could smell the tomato soup and grilled cheese, the perfect winter day lunch.

"Oh my god, I just realized how hungry I am." Poppy moaned, reaching for a sandwich. Her mom, Laura, swatted her hand away lightening fast. "Mom!" Poppy complained.

"Let Scarlett have the first one, she's our guest." Laura said sternly. Poppy and I both rolled our eyes because we both know I'm far from a guest. I practically spend every weekend over here, and sometimes week nights, too, more frequently now then Before.

"Sucks to suck." I whispered to Poppy as I grabbed the grilled cheese and dipped it into my steaming soup. Heavenly. "Holy shit, Laura, you're an amazing woman. Please come live with me."

"Oh, sweetie, I would if I could." Laura smiled, her kind brown eyes shining at me. Poppy groaned and muttered something under her breath about how her mom should definitely come live with me, because then she would be rid of her nagging. I laughed under my breath and lightly nudged her rib cage as I continued to eat my lunch.

"So, what do you wanna do today?" Poppy asked me. I noticed some tomato soup on her nose and giggled, reaching over to wipe it off.

"I think Dylan wanted to hang out with me, you can join, of course." I said casually. Poppy raised an eyebrow at me and smirked.

"Nah, I don't want to third wheel, it's not my scene."

"Poppy, you know I don't like him like that." I said, rolling my eyes. Poppy scoffed and then shoved grilled cheese into her mouth.

"Whatever you say, but he's definitely into you. He stares at you all the time when you're not looking!" Poppy exclaimed, causing a blush to reach my cheeks. I knew Dylan was somewhat into me in more than a friendly way, but it just seemed too fast and sudden to me. I wasn't ready for an intimate relationship, not until my mother's killer was found and convicted. I had too much on my plate, and a boyfriend was not something I wanted to add to the meal.

"Well I'm not up for a boyfriend, not until-"

"Yeah, yeah, I know, but why not just let yourself have a little fun? Let loose and maybe just makeout with him a little bit? A face like his cannot go unkissed." Poppy pouted. I laughed and got up to put my empty plate and bowl into the sink.

"I'll keep you updated." I said with a chuckle. Poppy grinned at me.

"Well, don't leave the poor boy waiting! Go and have fun, use protection, though." Poppy winked at me and i grimaced back, acting like the thought of sex with Dylan was the most disgusting thing in the world.

"Bye, Pops, see you tomorrow." I gave her a quick kiss on the cheek and headed out to my car, pulling out of her driveway and heading over to Dylan's house.

A boy who looked almost identical to Dylan opened the door and grinned at me.

"You must be Scarlett. I'm Logan, Dylan's better looking twin." Logan bowed and I couldn't help myself from blushing at him.

"That's me. Is Dylan here?" I asked, looking around their house. Pictures of the two boys decorated the walls, as well as soccer and baseball trophies and ribbons. I had almost forgotten that Dylan was the caption of our school's soccer team.

"He's downstairs in the basement. Go on down, but knock first, you never know what he could be doing." Logan smirked at me. Before I could give much thought to what he just said, I descended the stairs and raised my knuckles to tap on the wooden door.

"Come on in." I heard Dylan's muffled response. I swung open the door and was greeted to Dylan sprawled out on the floor, papers and string covering most of the area around him and on his wall.

"What the hell is this?" I asked, studying the papers and pictures pinned to a white board. I paused when I noticed a familiar face staring back at me; my mom.

"Dylan, what the fuck?"

"Sit down, Scarlett, and help me solve your mothers murder."

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Well it's been awhile.
lmao im sorry but I've been a busy gal, actually that's a joke!!! I'm just a lazy piece of shit;))
Hope you enjoy!