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Chapter 8 -Higher Power-

Thursday, November 15th, 7:30 p.m

Daniel

I reached out my finger and rung the doorbell, then shoved my hands in my pockets. I shifted my weight between my two legs, impatiently. I checked my watch and even though only two seconds had passed, I sighed, unable to wait any longer.

Suddenly the door opened, and a grim looking, unshaven guy was standing in front of me with a depressed look planted on his face. He looked so miserable that I almost didn't recognize him.

"Shane?" I squealed, squinting my eyes a bit, as if it would make him more tangible.

He groaned and stepped away from the door, but didn't close it. I stepped in and shut the door behind me. "Um," I started slowly, "Are you alright?"

He plopped himself on the couch and I sat next to him. Suddenly, a foul smell came my way, and I automatically pinched my nose shut. "Oh! Dude! How many days has it been since you showered?!"

He turned his head towards me slowly and looked at me through his lashes with an annoyed look on his face. "Showering is for the mentally healthy." he retorted.

"Yeah. In addition to the ones that don't want to smell like shit." I snapped and he rolled his eyes. "Plus, haven't your parents noticed your little odor problem?" I questioned.

His posture suddenly straightened and he stiffened. Clearing his throat he replied, "They're on a business trip."

I stared at him for a bit then jumped up. I ran upstairs, searching for a bathroom. Once I finally found it I grabbed a towel hanging on the wall and ran back down the stairs to Shane. I threw the towel on his face and he snapped his head up and growled at me.

"No growling. Get your smelly ass upstairs and wash it. I got a lot to tell you and I'm unable to, with you smelling like that." I sassed.

"You know, with your nagging, I'm starting to think you're a girl in a man's body." he mumbled as he stumbled up the stairs.

"Shave too!" I yelled after him, completely disregarding his comment.

Thursday, November 15th, 8:30 p.m

Daniel

An hour later, Shane started walking down the stairs. "What took you so long? What were you doing in there?"

He stared at me with a blank look. "I was washing my smelly ass." he snapped.

I chuckled. "You know, Shane. We could either be best friends or worst enemies." I acknowledged.

"Either way," he started, sitting on the couch next to me. "You're the one that'll end up dead." he winked at me as he crossed his legs.

I swallowed hard and laughed nervously, unsure if he was being serious or not.

Suddenly, Shane burst out into laughter. "You should see your face!" he managed to cackle out. "I'm kidding. Gosh."

I sighed in relief. "Anyways, I got a lot to tell you." I acknowledged him once again.

"Then tell it." he sassed, leaning back on the couch.

"Well," I started, "Valerie asked me out." I told him, with a big excited grin on my face.

He stared at me and started smiling. At first I thought he was going to congratulate me. Then, I second guessed myself when his smile grew and his face turned red from trying to hold in his laughter.

I grabbed a pillow from next to me and threw it on his face. Right when the pillow hit his face, he let go of his breath, and his laughter filled the house. "What?!" I whined. "What's so funny?!"