duo
[ 1 day after ]
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N A O M I
"LOOK, YOU DON'T understand," Drew said, stopping abruptly, gripping her arm. He and Naomi were walking back home from the bowling alley. Their friends had invited them for a night out, but she decided to leave early, and he couldn't just leave her to walk the streets alone in the dark. After all, Naomi is a girl.
"What don't I understand?" she asked, turning around to face him, "Drew, I think I understand perfectly."
The sky was a mixed color of oranges, pinks, purples, and a slight touch of indigo signalling the coming night. The chilly November wind blew strands of Naomi's hair from her face, making her pink cheeks turn to a darker shade. That, or Drew's hand on her wrist, only inches away from holding her hands.
This didn't seem to bother Drew. "No you don't," he replied, shaking his head at her, "Naomi, you never did."
"Tell me then!" She shouted, struggling out of his strong grip, as much as she hated to. She was getting hurt from Drew's hand, and when she finally got away, she was rubbing her wrist.
"Belle," that was what he calls her sometimes, when he asked her for something like a cup of coffee or a cookie. That was what he used since they were young, for Isabella was her middle name. With his arm on her shoulder, he sighed, and looking right into her eyes, he gently whispered, "What I've been trying to tell you…" a small pause. She waited, the sky slowly losing its orange and pink colors. "…is that I─"
A loud knock woke her from her sleep, much to her disappointment. Naomi slowly opened her eyes, remembering what she just dreamt about. It was Drew─again. Her dreams were being infested with him lately, since that night with him by the lake. This one, though, seemed more of a real memory she's watching on playback rather than a fictional one her subconscious made up. She glanced at the clock on her bedside table. 10:53 AM. Less than four hours of sleep?
Knock knock knock. "Hello? Is anybody home?" yelled a manly voice from their porch. Slowly rising from her bed, Naomi dragged her body drowsily to the window that looks down at their porch. When she took a peek, it almost made her jump. Shit, a cop.
Knock knock knock. "Mister Lane?" the man said, "Is anybody home?"
"I'm coming!" Naomi shouted, even though she's still standing by the window. She inched away from the window and went to her closet for her bedrobe and fixed her hair up in a ponytail. She took a look at the mirror before going down the stairs, hoping that she wouldn't look hungover despite being so.
As Naomi opened the door, a young cop was tapping his feet impatiently in their porch, and Naomi knew that he must have been waiting for quite some time.
"Miss Lane?" the cop asked.
"Y-yes?" Naomi answered, her teeth chattering. She didn't know why, but she felt nervous for some reason.
"I'm Detective Glen Perkins," he introduced himself. "Are your parents home?"
"N-no. Um-my dad, he-uh, I think he's still in town. In his, uh, office." What's happening?
"May I come in?" he asked as Naomi opened the door a little wider for him to enter.
Detective Perkins took a seat on the couch while Naomi got them both a glass of water. "Do you know Andrew Benedict Kirk?" He said after gulping down the whole glass.
Usually, she'd laugh when somebody said Drew's full name. But now… "Y-yes. He's, um… He's my friend, one of the closest friends I have." Besides Jason.
She heard the cop gulp. "Miss Lane, I'm sorry to tell you this but…" She held her breath, waiting for his next words. "Andrew Kirk is dead."
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J A S O N
GETTING THE SPARE keys from the potted plant, he opens the front door as slowly and quietly as he could. It was around eleven o'clock already and Jason knew that he'll be in big trouble if his mom finds out he came home late─very late.
Jason was relieved to find no one waiting for him on the other side of the door. With a sigh of relief, he confidently walks to the staircase leading to the house's second floor, where his room was.
"Jason? Is that you?" a female voice asked. He stopped dead in his tracks, afraid that if he moved and made noise, he'd be caught. "Jason, I know you're there, please come out."
Being the obedient perfect son he was, Jason turned around and went back down the stairs to his mother, who was seated on the couch with his stepdad.
"Hi mom, dad," he greeted.
"Jason, sit down please," Fred, his stepfather, ordered. Jason did as he was told.
"W-what did I do?" he asked, his mind suddenly drifting back to his rebellious act last night. "Jase," his mother said in a calm, collected voice, "it's about last night."
Oh shit, they found out. Damn, I am so screwed.
"What about last night?" he asked innocently.
"Were you with Drew last night?" Fred asked.
Oh... Drew.
"N-no. I wasn't with him. I was, uh, with Naomi." He wasn't lying. He saw Naomi at the party too, so technically they were with each other, even though they weren't.
"Jason," Fred started, "your brother─he's gone."
